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1 90S 

Copyright, 1898 
By Charles Scribner's Sons 

To B. D. T. 




The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon. . 3 

Little Tyler 71 

Company D*s Revenge 121 

One Who Didn't 185 

One Who Did 205 

The Elder Miss Archlen 225 


Cornell Stories 


J. E. Thorpe, K. T., 

Rho Tau Lodge, Ithaca, N. Y. 

New York, June 14, 189-. 

DEAR JIMMY, — Don't faint with the 
sudden shock of receiving a letter from 
me. The daring with which I bound thusly 
into the arena, as a competitor in the art 
of polite letter-writing, explains itself when I 
tell you of a wonderful fish I have been trying 
to land for you all summer. He is a young 
and good-looking fish who plays baseball and 
football, being better at the latter than the 
former, I believe, and does stunts on a couple 
of musical instruments also. His name is Mel- 
ville R. Corydon, and his father is R. F. 
Corydon, one of our leading bankers here, and 

very prominent, socially. 

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Young Corydon is very popular with his 
crowd here, and although I have not been 
able to see much of him I have improved the 
opportunities which have chanced my way, and 
have thrown R. T. into him in chunks as large 
as your head, so that I believe his one desire 
in life is to join the society that turns out hot 
men — such as you and I, for instance. 

I do not believe the fellows would make the 
least mistake in taking the boy, as he has the 
right kind of stuff in him, and ought to make 
a star. You want to get after him hard, I 
think ; but I do not anticipate much trouble if 
you work him in the right way. Any influ- 
ence I may be able to wield down here is, of 
course, at your service. 

Corydon arrives on the noon train to-morrow 
— D. L. & W. Some of you ought to go up 
to the switch. Love to all the boys. 
Yours in R. T., 

Myron J. Pritchard. 

Why the deuce don't some of you fellows 
write occasionally? 

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fortunatus constantine workman, 
Beta Chi House, Ithaca, N. Y. 

Jersey City, June 14, 189-. 

My dear Son, — I enclose your June draft. 
This will be all I shall send for Senior week, 
as both your mother and I feel that you are 
spending more than is necessary this term. At 
all events, you are spending more than I ever 
dreamed of having when I was your age ; and 
while I agree with you, to some extent, when 
you say "times have changed, and are con- 
tinually changing," I would suggest that when 
you run short you draw on that "continual 
change " instead of upon me. I shall answer 
no further letters in which you ask for more. 

Why do you need a hat box ? When I was 
a boy we wore our silk hats. I hardly see the 
advantage of buying an eight-dollar hat and 
carrying it around in a box. However, I can 
talk with you about that later. 

I hope you have succeeded in your examina- 
tions this term. I do not like the thought of a 
son of mine being conditioned. Acknowledge 
draft at once. Aff'tly, Father. 

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P. S. I understand that young Corydon, the 
son of R. E. Corydon who is part of the Co. in 
R. F. Corydon and Co., bankers, of New York, 
is going to take his entrance examinations for 
Cornell, in Ithaca, to-morrow. Your mother 
and I both think it would be a nice thing for 
you to look him up and pay him some little 
attention for the sake of the friendship between 
the families. He seems like a nice boy, and is 
very quiet, and a hard worker. He is presi- 
dent of our Christian Endeavor Society, and 
has recently been helping Mr. Lee, who, you 
will remember, is at present superintendent of 
our Sunday-school. F. 

Wm. a. Hildreth, 

Chi Delta Sigma House, 

Cornell University, Ithaca, N. Y. 

Corydon, son of R. A. Corydon, of R. F. 
Corydon & Co., arrives on noon train to-mor- 
row. Good fellow, but quite sporty. Rush 
hard. Have written. 


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On a certain sunshiny morning in June the 
gray-coated postman, looking not unlike a 
Roman charioteer in civilized garb, as he stood 
in the back of his two-wheeled delivery wagon, 
left these two letters at their proper destina- 
tions. Five minutes later a snub-nosed boy, 
wearing the red-corded cap of the Western 
Union, shuffled across the piazza of another 
fraternity house, pointed with a smudgy finger 
to a certain line in his yellow-leafed booklet, 
received his signature, and shuffled away. 

Among the Greek letter societies at Cornell, 
Rho Tau, Beta Chi, and Chi Delta Sigma stood 
high among the leaders. As the last roster in- 
cluded about thirty-one societies, the positions 
of the big three were most enviable. Their 
lists invariably contained the names of men 
most prominent in university affairs; and the 
far-spread fame of these names, coupled with 
the initials of their society, brought many enter- 
ing freshmen and many more soon-to-be -entering 
sub-freshmen to college with quickened heart- 
beats and a deep, unspoken determination to 

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join (if they were lucky enough to be asked) the 
society whose pin X, the football captain, wore, 
or the one to which Y, the funny man on the 
Glee Club, belonged, or that of which Z, who 
made Phi Beta Kappa, was a member. The 
tacit acknowledgment by the university at large 
of the big threes' superiority increased their 
strength, and year after year, with the going 
of seniors, the making of alumni, and the com- 
ing of freshmen, they grew in power, until now, 
between them and the others, there was little 
rivalry in the matters of rushing. 

This was the relation in which three stood to 
twenty-eight. Unfortunately this power-born 
peace did not extend to the big threes' rela- 
tions with each other. Among themselves the 
rivalry was intense. One year the Rho Taus 
would succeed in winning a freshman who had 
been offered an invitation to each of the other 
two. The next year, or, possibly, during the 
same season, the Beta Chis would bid and 
pledge a man in the very teeth of the fiercest 
rushing of Rho Tau and Chi Delta Sigma. 

The Wooing of Melville R. Cory don 

The next desirable man might fall under the 
fascinations of the Chi Belts, and so the see- 
saw went. Now one would triumph, now 
another, and many a freshman who had been 
dined, theatred, driven, and generally made to 
feel that each crowd was the finest set of 
fellows ever born, and he the finest of them 
all, has sat down after it was all over, and his 
choice was made, and wondered why he was 
being sworn at and ordered about with so 
much less consideration than he had been led 
to believe he deserved. 

Competition, in rushing, almost assumes the 
ear-marks of a science when three strong socie- 
ties are in the field. Attention is given to even 
the minutest details. If a freshman who is 
being rushed is an athlete, athletics are the 
topic, and 'varsity sweaters are thrown carelessly 
around the house. If the man is of a religious 
turn of mind, hymns are played and "cussing" 
suppressed. If he leans toward beer and chorus- 
girls, beer and chorus-girls are put before him. 
His slightest wish and inclination is consulted 

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— until he is pledged. He is met by a rep- 
resentative of each society, invited to their 
houses, and, in the guise of an honored guest, 
given a chance to inspect and be inspected. If 
a society decides favorably, no pains are spared 
to impress him with the superiority of their par- 
ticular men and their particular society. In 
due time he receives a bid, which is college 
slang for an offer of election. The complica- 
tions arising when three or four men are being 
rushed by as many societies are often intricate 
and require the exercise of unlimited tact and 

Therefore it fell out on this sunny summer 
morning that excitement reigned supreme in 
the houses of Rho Tau, Beta Chi, and Chi Delta 

As J. E. Thorpe read his mail his eyes 
danced; and, calling his senior classmates 
together, he read them the letter. 

"See here, fellows," said he, "from what 
Pritchard says, we want that man." 

"Pity he didn't tell us before," said Fair 


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banks. " We could have done some preliminary 

"I rather guess we don't need it," replied 
Thorpe. " He says the boy has a strong leaning 
our way already." 

" We need another athlete and musician, if he 
is a good fellow, " chimed in Stark. "Jimmy, 
had n't you and Torresdale better go up to the 
switch to-morrow ? It 's not likely if the man 
is such a ' star ' that the Chi Delts or Beta Chis 
don't know about his coming. If they do, they 
will be there also. We don't want to take 
chances with those people." 

"Right, O Molly," answered Thorpe. 
"Bobby, we'll be there." 

" We '11 show him our football man, eh, 
Jimmy ? " crooned Blake, idly flattening Torres- 
dale's nose with his tennis racket as he lay 
sprawling on the divan. 

Torresdale rose in his might and sat heavily 
on his tormentor. Then he said, ^'And the 
Glue Club man. Sing, Blakey. Sing, or I '11 
yank- I" 


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" Ow-wow-iyi — oh ! HuUy Gee, you fat 
lobster! Lemme go!" cried Blake, clutching 
wildly at his hair and scrambling to his feet. 

^^ And the Glue Club man," repeated Torres- 
dale, with a satisfied sigh, as he fell back once 
more to cushioned ease. 

"He is musical," said Stark. "Remember 
that, fellows ; and — perhaps Blake had better 
not sing while he is in the house." 

" We '11 take him to call on the three prettiest 
girls in town," suggested Blake, ignoring Stark's 
last remark. 

" Well, anyway we '11 rush him," said Thorpe, 
decisively. " We '11 rush him hard. Therefore 
it behooves all you fellows to be here when 
Bobby and I bring him up. Somebody tell the 
freshmen. Let 's eat." 

"Um -huh," said Puggy Workman from his 
chair by the window, as he unfolded his father's 
letter. " Same thing. I wonder if I really am 
spending too much. Hat box, — used to wear 
his hat, too. Dear, dear! I suppose he did. 


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Wore a frock with red morocco slippers and a 
polo cap, too, I dare say. Ah, well— He 's 
the best father I ever had. Um — um — um 
— Hello! — say, fellows, listen to this," and 
Puggy read aloud the last few lines of his 
letter. The crowd around the table looked 

"Do you know him?" asked Hollister, rather 

"No," replied Puggy, "I don't. You see, I 
have lived in New York with my uncle most of 
my life, and don't know very many Jersey City 
people. But I know his rep. at home, and I 
know his mother. He is mighty well thought 
of, and is as bright as a whip." 

" Has he a he-mother? " queried Wilbur, with 
polite surprise. 

" Do you know whether he is obtrusively good, 
Puggy ? " asked Ferris. " That letter seems to 
convey that impression. If he is, HoUister's 
nervous system will simply be ruined, you 

"Oh, come inside, fellows," said Puggy, 

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tersely. "What are we going to do? Shall 
we look at him or let him slide ? It seems to 
me that we 'd better look him up, at least. A 
good man won't hurt us. Moreover, " and Puggy 
pointed an emphatic forefinger at the offending 
Wilbur, who was seated on the table, nursing 
his knee, " the Chi Belts and the Rho Taus will 
be after him, for they both have alumni in 
Jersey City. If the Chi Delts can stand any 
one who is good — that is, 'pious you know, 
— there will be a hot rush between them. Now 
what? Shall we give them a whirl or not? 
We shall have to be careful at first, you know, 
if we do. No cussing, or anything like that, 
until we know how he takes such things." 

"We might look at him, just to show our 
friends who we are, " suggested Hollister. " But 
if we touch it, we don't want any half-way 
business. It must be good, hard rushing, or 
nothing. What do you fellows say ? " 

"We ought to have a man in Jersey City," 
said Ferris. " The Rhos and the Chi Delts both 
have a pull there through their alumni. I say 

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let 's rush him. Nobody is going to make us 
take him if he is on the reform platform." 

"Well, gentlemen, step up, step up," called 
Puggy. " Who will go up to the switch with 
me to-morrow? " 

HoUister volunteered, and Wilbur offered to 
teach the rest hymns while they were waiting. 
He said he knew some excellent hymns which 
sounded immense played in rag time. 

"Hi, there, you oldest senior in the bunch," 
drawled Punk Hildreth, as he strolled into 
Fordyce's room, where the latter sat wrestling 
with his long overdue thesis. " Call out your 
dogs of war. Turn loose thy flowing locks, and 
let thy face, now sicklied o'er with the pale cast 
of thought, brighten with the glow of battle." 

"What's the matter now?" asked Fordyce, 
pushing back the papers before him with a sigh 
of relief, and looking up at Hildreth with a 

"Jack, you have an extremely sicklied-o'er 
face to-day," replied his friend, looking at him 

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critically. " I presume that, laboring under the 
disadvantages that such a face naturally — " 

"Is that all you disturbed me for?" asked 
Fordyce, reaching for a shoe. 

" Let me think, " said Punk, edging in front 
of the mirror. " No, it was n't — really. I ' ve 
a telegram for you. But throw your old shoe 
if you want to." 

"Let's look." 

Hildreth threw the despatch into his lap. 

Fordyce read it and grinned. "Old Pikey, 
eh ? — ' Good fellow, but quite sporty. ' We '11 
look him up, and treat him accordingly. Like 
Pikey, was n't it, to run us against a proposition 
of that sort?" 

" He says, ' Have written, ' " said Hildreth, 
sitting carelessly on the title-page of the thesis. 
"That means that he intends specifying the 
particular way in which Mr. Corydon likes his 
alcohol prepared." 

"We can't stand a man who sets too hot a 
pace, "said Fordyce, biting his pen meditatively. 

"He '11 run with the sporty freshman." 

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"Or you." 


" Will you go up to the switch with me to- 

"Noon train? " asked Hildreth. 



"As you go out put a notice in the hall so 
the fellows will know he is coming," observed 
Fordyce, rolling his classmate off his thesis, and 
gathering the loose sheets together. 

Hildreth mussed his hair, and ran to the 
door. He stood on the sill with one arm 
raised as a shield to prospective shoes, and 
said, plaintively, — 

"Jack, that telegram came collect. It's 
really a rushing expense, you know — ? " 

Biff! went the shoe against the door- jamb. 
Punk /lodged and walked away with a quiet 

The three-car train came panting and puffing 
up the steep grade of the second switch. 
2 17 

The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

It was four days before the beginning of Senior 
week, too soon for the crowd to be either com- 
ing or going. One or two travelling men, a 
couple of farmers' wives, three or four Ithaca 
business-men, and three sub-freshmen, each of 
whom was wonderkig to what class at Cornell 
the others belonged, were scattered along the 
seats of the second car. 

The old conductor, on the lookout for fares 
from Caroline, came walking through from the 
smoker. The conductor of the noon train of 
that particular run has accumulated the priv- 
ileges of seventeen years' steady work, and had 
seen the waking and growth of class after class, 
and the coming of many vacations. He paused 
before one of the sub-freshmen as one who has 
a right. 

"Examinations?" he asked, with a kindly 

The sub-freshman hesitated for the fraction 
of a second. He wanted to lie and indignantly 
deny his newness, but a glance at the old con 
due tor's face changed his mind. 


The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

"Yes," he said. 

" You '11 see the university buildings in half 
a minute more," said the conductor, and passed 
on through the train. 

The boy flattened his face against the window- 
pane. As the train rolled out from between 
two hills he saw a farmhouse, then a cluster of 
smaller houses, and then, without a note of 
warning, the cars jerked around a curve, and 
across the valley the grandeur and beauty of 
the campus lay before him. For a moment he 
held his breath. He was conscious of a queer 
little thrill as the curtain thus rose on the first 
scene in his college life. He had never even 
seen a picture of the campus, and he looked out 
eagerly at the buildings around which and be- 
tween whose walls there lay such a wealth of 
sweet, untasted mystery. He looked down at 
the town clinging to the hillside and straggling 
over the lowlands. He looked at the lake 
winding its rippling bends and turnings into 
the dimness of the hazy forest banks, and then 
he looked at all three, and sighed contentedly. 

The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

Just then the break-shoes squeaked and 
screeched, the exhaust-pipes whistled, and the 
train came to a stop. The car door opened, 
and two students entered quickly. The sub 
looked up, and his heart leaped within him, for 
he had noticed that both wore sweaters with 
large white C's decorating the breasts, and that 
on the red, short-visored cap of one there ap- 
peared the cabalistic letters C.U.B.B.C. worked 
into a monogram. From the sweater and the 
cap he judged them, correctly, 'varsity men, and 
he watched them out of the corners of his eyes. 

He tried to look as if he were only going to 
Ithaca to visit friends, and succeeded in stamp- 
ing himself so unmistakably sub that Torres- 
dale and Thorpe nudged each other, and bore 
quickly down upon him. The sub saw them 
looking at him, and looked out of the window. 
His ideas of hazing were vague, but he had 
heard that the slightest freshness was fatal, and 
not knowing whether it was fresh to stare, awe- 
struck, at a 'varsity man, he looked out of the 
window. The men stopped in front of him. 

The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

"I beg your pardon," began Thorpe, pleas- 
antly, "but is your name Corydon?" 

The boy turned suddenly, "I — I beg your 
pardon?" said he. 

"Is your name Corydon ? " repeated Thorpe. 

"Yes," said the sub, nervously. 

" My name 's Thorpe — Jim Thorpe. Myron 
Pritchard wrote me you were coming to-day, 
and asked me to put you on to the ropes a bit. 
It 's rather hard for a new man at first, you 
know, unless he knows some one," and Mr. 
Thorpe smiled sympathetically. 

"Oh! — oh, yes," said Corydon, taking the 
offered hand. "Mr. Pritchard has spoken of 
you to me very often. You 're a — a — you 
belong to his society, don't you?" 

"Yes, I 'm a Rho Tau," answered Thorpe, 
smiling. "I don't blame you for not remem- 
bering ; there are so many of them, you know. 
Oh, by the way — I want you to know the cap- 
tain of our next year's football team. You 
play, I understand." 

Corydon blushed as Torresdale shook hands, 


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and said, in his big voice, "I heard some- 
thing of your playing while you were at St. 
Paul's, Corydon. You must be sure and try 
for the team next fall. I '11 be very glad to 
give you any points I can, if you care for 

"Maybe you can dine with us to-night," 
Thorpe broke in before Corydon could stammer 
his thanks. "Torry, here, is a Rho Tau, too, 
you know, and you fellows can gas football to 
your hearts' content." 

"Why — why, thank you," said Corydon, 
rather dazed at this suddenness ; " I think I 'd 
better — " 

"I '11 tell you," interrupted Torresdale, "you 
come with us, and we '11 fix you out at your 
hotel. Then come up to dine and spend the 
evening. How does that strike you ? '* and 
Torresdale laid his hand familiarly on the sub's 

"I should like it very much," said the sub, 
"only I don't want to bother you fellows." 

"Oh, nonsense," said Thorpe, laughing. 

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" We '11 tell you when we are being bothered. 
Don't worry." 

Torresdale echoed the laugh, and sat down 
beside him, for he had seen two hostile figures 
in the distance. Thorpe had just time to slide 
into the seat ahead as the door opened and 
HoUister and Puggy Workman entered. 

Puggy came down the aisle, looking sharply 
from side to side. When they reached the first 
sub-freshman he bent over and asked him a 
question. He shook his head and they walked 
on. The second was still looking out of the 
window at the campus when Hollister tapped 
him on the shoulder. Torresdale and Thorpe 
chuckled as they left him and stood looking 
hopelessly around the car. Suddenly Puggy 
caught sight of the strange face wedged in 
between the big guard and the window, and, 
pulling himself together, walked briskly toward 
them, closely followed by Hollister. 

"Hello, Jimmy! How are you, Torresdale?" 
he said, with his blandest smile, and, without 
giving the two men a chance to recover from 


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their astonishment at the boldness of this move, 
dropped into the vacant seat behind them, and, 
leaning over, said in a confidential tone to the 
sub, — 

"Isn't your name Corydon?" 

The sub looked up, startled, at this second 
self-introduced young man. He had thought 
that he was unknown up here, but already, 
before he was off the train, here were four 
fellows who evidently knew who he was. The 
first instance he could understand; but what 
did this second mean ? He turned with an odd 
look at Torresdale, sitting grimly at his side, 
and answered. 

"I thought so, "said Puggy. "I used to live 
in your town. My father does now. You know 
him, I think — Workman ? " 

The sub's face lighted up. 

"Yes, I know him," he said. "I am very 
glad to meet you, Mr. Workman. I had the 
pleasure of knowing your sister quite well." 

"Is that so," said Puggy, heartily. "I am 
glad to hear it. How is she?" 

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He knew there was something wrong, as he 
was an only child, but he preferred to defer all 

" Why — er — " said Corydon, growing rather 
red, "she died last summer." 

"Oh! that one," said Puggy, taken aback 
somewhat. " Yes, she did. That 's so — it 
was very sad, you know. Poor thing! " 

The sub looked rather astonished. "Had 
you two sisters?" he asked. 

"Yes, indeed," replied Puggy, unblushingly. 
" One you never met. I — but I beg your 
pardon, Hollister, old man. Let me present 
Mr. Corydon." 

" Mr. Corydon, I am very glad to meet you. 
Glad to see you have picked out the proper 
college," said Hollister, shaking hands vigor- 
ously. " Workman told me you were coming, 
and we thought we would drop down and meet 
you, just to see if we could do anything, you 
know. Stranger, you know. Can't you come 
and let us look up a room for you this after- 


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"Thank you, — thank you very much." said 
the sub; "but I 've accepted Mr. Thorpe's offer 
for this afternoon. He — '* 

"Come and dine with us then," suggested 

"Why — I've promised Mr. Torresdale," 
said Corydon, with an embarrassed laugh. The 
situation was a trifle strained. 

"Drop in and see us to-night," hazarded 
Hollister. " We 'd like to have you meet the 
men in our fraternity. Just ask for either 
Workman or me. Torresdale will show you 
where our house is, I am sure." 

" Thank you," said Corydon. " I think I can 
do that all right. It 's awfully nice of you 
fellows to trouble yourselves this way." 

" ISI ot at all, " said Workman. " We'll all be 
mighty glad to see you. Nine? Yes. Good- 
bye," and the two fellows rose, shook hands, 
and vanished. 

Corydon and his two pilots, one on either 
side, safely navigated the shoals of State Street, 
and steered to the dingy haven of so many lost 

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subs, — the Ithaca Hotel. As they entered the 
office two very red-faced students, with wilted 
collars and streaming faces, moved aside from 
the desk with a greeting to Thorpe and Torres ^ 
dale. Fordyce and Hildreth had evidently 
missed the train. 

As Corydon thrust the pen back into the bow] 
of shot after registering, Fordyce stepped up 
to obtain a match for some prospective pipe. 
Glancing at the book, he took the match, walked 
back to his companion, and nodded. Hildreth 
immediately pushed himself between Torresdale 
and Thorpe with a polite "Pardon me," and, 
addressing the oily looking clerk, said, "Pat, 
Charlie Pike wired me yesterday that a friend 
of his named Corydon, whom he wanted me to 
meet, was coming in to-day. Seen anything of 

Corydon looked up startled. This was new 
to him. After his two experiences in the train 
he had rather expected every two men he saw 
together to shake his hand and ask him to din- 
ner, and it had finally dawned upon him that 

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he was being rushed; but he was not used to 
this new style of procedure. He cleared his 
throat and took a step forward. 

"I — "he began. 

" Corydon ? " asked Hildreth, turning with a 
smile and outstretched hand and speaking rap- 
idly. " Went down to meet you. Missed train. 
Hot, isn't it? My friend Mr. Fordyce, Mr. 
Corydon. Yes; oh, yes, we both know Thorpe 
and Torresdale, thank you. Hot, is n't it? 
Let 's all go get a mint- julep. There is a man 
in back there who really mixes a very superior 
article. Oh, yes, you do. What? Oh, come 
along. A friend of Pike's, and don't — Oh, 
that 's very good — really, very good. Ha ! ha ! 
Torry, here, is a regular soak, are n't you, 
Torry? Come on, Thorpe." 

Torresdale and Thorpe looked dazed. Had 
Hildreth been affected by the heat? Hildreth, 
of all men mild, to ask a sub-freshman to drink 
in almost the first words he spoke ! There was 
something wrong somewhere : but Hildreth gath- 
ered them in, and pushed them all before him 

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to the little rear room, where, at his command, 
the genial, white-coated George pounded mint 
and sliced pineapples industriously for a few 
moments. Then Hildreth threw a bill airily on 
the bar, and, raising his glass to Corydon, buried 
his nose in the fragrant leaves until nothing 
but the fragrant leaves remained. Thorpe and 
Torresdale, unable to resist, followed suit, and 
Corydon, smiling uncertainly, imitated them. 
Then, after a few moments of desultory conver- 
sation, Hildreth made Coiydon promise to stop 
at the house and see him on his way down from 
examinations the next morning, and the two 
men disappeared. 

"Punk, "said Fordyce, meditatively, "I think 
you made a fool of yourself there. I don't 
believe that fellow 's the sport that Pikey made 
him out to be. Did you notice that he left fully 
half of his drink?" 

" No ! " said Punk. " Let 's go back. Well, 
maybe I did. / can't act like a sport. We '11 

Torresdale, Thorpe, and Corydon went down 

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the hotel steps in search of lunch. The sub, 
who had recovered his self-possession, stared 
around curiously. This was the first time he 
had ever been in Ithaca ; and the old New York 
town, born over a century ago, and almost 
undiscovered, until Ezra Cornell laid the first 
foundations of a great university upon the hill 
above its quiet streets, possessed for him the 
attraction of anticipation. The students stroll- 
ing in twos and threes up and down State 
Street fascinated him. He longed for the fall 
that he might be among them, and he resolved 
to number among his first purchases a red 
sweater with a large collar and white lacings, 
and an amber-stemmed drop-pipe. Later he 
coveted one of the silk Cornell flags displayed 
in a certain shop-window further down the 
street. He looked eagerly, in passing, at the 
pictures of the campus in the corner book -store, 
and bowed tardily as his companions raised their 
gray felt slouches to the pretty girl who was 
talking to the senior partner in the firm. The 
very air of the street was intoxicating, with its 

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subtle suggestions of fellowship; and when, 
after a block and a half, they turned into a 
student resort for lunch, and he heard the sound 
of a dozen voices singing to the accompaniment 
of pounding beer glasses, his heart gave a joy- 
ful leap, for all this and much more was the 
beginning of his college life. 

As they entered, the men at the table yelled, 
"Yeea, Torry! Yeea, Thorpe!" and scraped 
their chairs and crowded to make room for 
them. But Torresdale shook his head and 
smiled, and led the way to a white -clothed 
table in a far corner of the room. Corydon 
was rather sorry. He would have liked it 
better nearer those fellows, he thought, but, of 
course, did not say anything, and sat down 
meekly in the chair which Thorpe politely 
pulled out for him. 

" That 's the upper-classman table," explained 
Thorpe. " Only upper-classmen are allowed to 
sit there." 

" Oh," replied the sub, " I hope — I hope I did 
not keep you or Mr. Torresdale away from it. " 

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"Oh, no, "said Thorpe, carelessly. "We are 
there often enough, as it is." 

"Too often," smiled Torresdale; and then he 
added, in a lower tone, " Some of those fellows 
are rather muckerish." 

" Oh ! " said the sub again. He did not 
exactly understand, but he was learning, and, 
for the present, was content merely to sit by the 
captain of the football team and the pitcher of 
the baseball team, and drink in their words. 

His bosom swelled with pride. What would 
some of those St. Paul's fellows say if they could 
only see him now beside the mighty Torresdale, 
who was slated for guard of the All America 
team the year before? What if they should 
hear Thorpe calling him "old man," just as 
though he had known him all his life, — Thorpe, 
who pitched on the crack team of '9-! And 
what nice fellows they were ! He had no idea 
they were both so nice. In fact, he had never 
thought of them as men, merely as athletes, 
when he read the papers. He wondered if he 
was behaving as he ought. He did not know 

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just how he ought to act. He had never talked 
to any 'varsity men before, and he did not know 
just what to do or say, so he leaned back and 
listened to what Torresdale was saying. 

" The fellows come down here and sing almost 
every Saturday night in term time, "said Torres- 
dale. " You '11 learn to know this as Pat's, in 
time. There 's Pat now — that well-fed looking 
personage talking to Jack Crawford. Craw- 
ford 's that fellow at the end. He 's on the 
Banjo Club." 

" Is he — does he belong to your fraternity ? " 

"Well, not to any great extent," said Thorpe, 
contemptuously. "He — " 

"Jim!" said Torresdale, sharply. 

"Humph! " retorted Thorpe, lucidly. 

"You see," explained Torresdale, "Crawford 
and Jimmy here don't love each other, for 
reasons which you may know some day. The 
Rho Taus, however, when entertaining a guest, 
make it an invariable rule not to speak badly 
of any man of another society. It don't look 
clean, you know." 

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"I see,'* said the sub, vaguely. 

Thorpe gulped down a swallow of coffee, and 
looked forbidding, and, for a moment or two, 
the three were silent. The sub had just begun 
to wonder if he had made a break of any sort, 
when a tall young man, with thin ankles and 
an incipient mustache, both visible as he stood 
peering over the swinging half-doors leading 
to the main room, yelled, "Ay, there, Jimmy 
Thorpe I" 

" Hello, Colonel ! " cried Thorpe, forgetting 
all his wrath on the instant. "Come on in. 
There 's a man you must meet, Corydon. One 
of our fellows, and a bully one, too. More fun I " 
said Thorpe, enthusiastically. 

As Blake came down the room, the crowd at 
the upper-classman table yelled vociferously, and 
plucked at his coat to make him sit down with 
them. Blake drew back with an assumption of 
hauteur, and, pointing his finger at them in a 
mock gesture of scorn, said, slowly, and in a 
cracked voice, " Y-e worrrmss I '* and escaped 
in a shower of crackers. 

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For some reason Corydon thought this re- 
markably funny, and he snorted aloud. Then 
he noticed that Thorpe and Torresdale were 
only smiling, and he choked down his mirth 
and blushed. 

"We 're used to him," said Torresdale; "but 
he is funny." 

"I think that was awfully funny," said 

" He could have been the funny man on the 
Glee Club," said Thorpe, in his ear, after he 
had shaken hands with this curious junior. 
"Gave it up for leadership of the Banjo 

The sub looked up with renewed interest, as 
Blake answered a question of Thorpe's in a 
way that set them all laughing. Surely he was 
meeting the most prominent men in college, — 
the captain of one team, the pitcher of another, 
and the leader of the Banjo Club! Who would 
come next, he wondered. 

He was puzzled. Were all freshmen treated 
this way, or was this another phase of that 

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mysterious proceeding called rushing ? It prob- 
ably was, he said to himself, and yet even that 
did not explain many things. For instance, 
that round-faced fellow on the train, — why had 
he seemed so embarrassed when he had spoken 
of his sister? Then Hildreth at the hotel? 
Who was Charlie Pike? He had never heard 
of any one by the name of Pike. And how 
queerly Hildreth had acted. And yet they all 
seemed nice fellows. 

His thoughts were interrupted by Blake, who 
was telling about a Banjo Club rehearsal he had 
just attended. He was lamenting the lack of 
sufficient banjeaurines for the coming year. 
Suddenly, as if struck by a new thought, he 
turned to Corydon. 

"Corydon, you play the banjeaurine, don't 
you?" he said. 

"A little," the sub admitted. 

"Good! You will try for the clubs next 
year, of course?" 

"I — I don't believe I play well enough," 
stammered Corydon, taken by surprise. 

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" Oh, nonsense I You try, anyway. It 's a 
good honor, you know." 

"Yes, by all means try," chimed in Thorpe. 
"The Colonel will put you on to the ropes." 

" Well, " said Torresdale, heartily, "whatever 
else he may do, he is going to play football, and 
that 's no lie. Let 's go on up the hill.*' 

The men rose. Thorpe wrote his name across 
the check in the face of the sub's protests, and 
threw it across the bar to Marnit, who bowed 
respectfully, and said, "All right, Mr. Thorpe." 
Then the four went out and waited for a car. 

When they reached the house, Thorpe went 
around and gathered the men together. He 
brought them up one after another, and intro- 
duced them to Corydon. They all shook hands 
very cordially, and said they had heard of his 
football playing, and were glad he was coming 
to Cornell. 

Now it is a hard thing to put a sub -freshman 

at his ease before a room full of college men 

whom he has just met, and at first Corydon felt 

a little out of his element. But when he found 


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that one of the fellows knew two men with 
whom he had been camping the summer before, 
and that another had met his brother, who 
was a Yale man, at Bar Harbor, and that still 
another knew several girls he knew at Dobb's 
Ferry, his embarrassment proved short-lived. 

As they fell to talking of each other's prep, 
schools and younger associations, always care, 
fully avoiding ground which was unfamiliar to 
their guest, his reserve fell from him as a 
cloak. He laughed and joked with the men 
nearest him, and guyed back gayly at the fresh- 
man opposite, who was making fun of St. Paul's. 
He laughed, until his cheeks ached, at Blake 'i» 
stories and imitations. He listened, with bated 
breath, to Torresdale's description of the last 
game against Princeton, and his eyes shone as 
he told how, with the ball in Princeton's hands 
on Cornell's one yard line, the Cornell line 
had held and thrown the Tigers back foui 
times, and then had punted out of danger. 

The Rho Taus had done as they wished. 
They had made their man act naturally, and be 

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oblivious to their own inspection. This is the 
hardest thing to do in rushing a freshman. No 
man who was being rushed ever entered a fra- 
ternity house, and sat before the battery of 
sixteen or twenty pairs of eyes without feeling 
as though he were being criticised, and, feeling 
thus, they cannot act naturally. Unless they 
are themselves, it is very hard for the fraternity 
to decide upon them. Therefore the freshman 
must become so deeply interested as to lose 
sight of himself, and the fraternity, of course, 
must interest him. This serves a double pur- 
pose, for, being interested, the freshman, or 
sub, has a good time, and thus begins to like 
the crowd and the men in it. 

When, finally, Thorpe rose, and asked Cory- 
don if he would not like to look over the house, 
Corydon felt as though never in all his life 
had he come across such a uniformly congenial 
crowd of men. When, under Thorpe's guid- 
ance, he inspected the house from top to bottom, 
with the exception of one room, past the iron- 
barred, oaken door of which Thorpe led him 

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with an air which forbade questions, he was 
charmed. The cozy studies and bedrooms, the 
large dining-room, and the library and recep- 
tion-rooms met with his undisguised approval. 
Life in such a house, and with such fellows, 
seemed idyllic, and he breathed a prayer to 
fate that he might not be weighed and found 

After he had seen the house, a senior and a 
freshman took him up the campus, and he was 
shown the different halls and buildings in which 
he, as a freshman, would work in the fall. On 
their way back, the senior pointed out to him 
the library lecture-room where he was to take 
his English examination on the following 

After dinner Blake went to the piano, and 
every one stood up and put his arm around 
every one else's neck and sang. For the greater 
part they sang Rho Tau songs, and Corydon 
noticed that as they came to the choruses every 
man tightened his hold on his neighbor's shoul- 
ders, and sang as though his whole heart were 

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in the music and words. He had time for only 
a very little wonder; for, changing, Blake broke 
into Alma Mater, and Torresdale beckoned to 
him to come up and sing with them. Now very 
few men who are entering Cornell, and none 
who are once in college, hear Alma Mater for 
the first time without feeling their pulses bound 
and their hearts beat ; and this particular sub 
was no exception. As the harmony rang through 
the room, with Blake's full, sweet tenor soaring 
above all, Corydon stood and listened. When 
it was ended, he sighed unconsciously, and, grip- 
ping Torresdale 's arm, said, huskily, — 

" By George, Mr. Torresdale, I 'm glad I am 
coming here to college." 

Torresdale smiled back understandingly. He 
had heard it for the first time three years 

The songs went on ; and Corydon, joining in 
those he knew, and thinking and listening dur- 
ing those he had not heard, let the time slip by 
in simple happiness. When the booming of 
the library clock woke him to the remembrance 

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of his engagement with HoUister, he rose, and 
Blake stopped playing. 

" You're not going ? " he said, rising. 

"I 'm afraid I shall have to," replied the sub, 
reluctantly. " I promised Mr. Hollister that I 
would call on him for a short time this evening." 

"But it's early yet." 

" I know, but I promised. It 's not because 
I care so much about it." 

"Don't keep him if he has a date. Colonel," 
said Thorpe; and then, as an afterthought, 
"why can't you come back here afterwards? 
We are going to have a rarebit to-night, and 
we 'd like to have you." 

"Jove! but you've a head, Jimmy," said 
Torresdale. "That's the idea."* 

"Good! Do that. Any time. Just ring. 
Break away as soon as you can, " chorused the 
rest; and Corydon, hesitating, had promised 
almost before he knew it. 

They all went out on the steps with him as 
Torresdale pointed out the Beta Chi house. 

"Now be back as soon as you can, old man," 

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he said; and the sub promised again, and diS' 
appeared into the darkness. 

The men filed back into the house. Thorpe 
stood with his back against the door, and 
addressed the crowd. 

"Fellows," he said, "that was the best piece 
of rushing we 've done since Willy died. I am 
proud of you. Now I suppose we have got to 
make a rarebit. Some of you freshmen go hunt 
for that chafing-dish.'* 

Corydon entered the Beta Chi house. His 
head was awhirl with his new experiences, and 
he pinched himself just to make sure that he 
was the same lowly person who had left New 
York in fear and trembling the night before. 
Workman and HoUister received him with open 
arms, and piloted him into the reception-room. 
Excusing themselves, they left him for a 
moment; and Corydon said to himself, "Now 
there will be sixteen new men who will come 
pouring into this room in three minutes. I shall 
have to shake hands with them all, and then 

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they will ask questions. Humph ! " from which 
it will be seen that Corydon was still learning. 

He had hardly time to look around and decide 
that the Rho Tau reception-room was prettier, 
before they all came trooping in. Corydon stood 
up by Hollister's side. He felt like the Presi- 
dent of the United States, as one man after an- 
other advanced, grasped his hand, and uttered 
a few words of welcome ; but he was sincerely 
thankful when it was over and he could sit 
down. He found a seat vacant, of course by 
the merest chance, between the stroke of the 
'varsity crew and the editor-in-chief of the last 
Cornellian. They were both well-dressed, jovial 
fellows ; but somehow there was a suspicion of 
artificiality in their actions, and an excess of 
interest apparent in their manner when Corydon 
spoke. Corydon noticed this, and, consequently, 
did not feel at ease. Hence the crew man and 
the Cornellian editor did not 'exert the influence 
or inspire the awe that was hoped. 

In another way, too, Corydon saw a difference 
in his treatment. The Rho Taus had talked of 

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those things which interested him, — the col- 
lege life, the teams, the crew, and a little of 
those studies which he hoped to take up in the 
fall. The Beta Chis paid not one whit of atten- 
tion to any of these things but study. Studies 
and church seemed to be their only joys. Sev- 
eral men asked Corydon if he were going to join 
the Y.M.C.A. The crew man offered to intro- 
duce him to the president of the association; 
and when Corydon said that he guessed he 
would wait until fall, the Cornellian editor 
asked him if he would not like to have him 
speak to the aforesaid president, and tell him 
that Corydon was coming, and would be glad 
to help in prayer-meeting. The sub looked 
rather embarrassed, and repeated that he guessed 
he would wait until fall. Then Puggy Work- 
man, finding out that he was an Episcopalian, 
asked him if he would not like to take a class 
in the Sunday-school of the church down town 
when he came to college. Corydon guessed 
again, and then HoUister offered to take him 
down to service on the following Sunday. 

The Wooing of Melville R. Corydo) 

Try as the sub might, by his questions con- 
serning college affairs and fraternity life, he 
could not hold them back. It was the church, 
the church, and always the church. 

It was too much. From church they went 
to study again, and four or five formed a group 
around Cory don, and fell into a warm discus- 
sion as to the nature of the conflict between the 
theoiy of free will and the law of conservation 
of energy. 

The sub could not believe it. The pack of 
cards strewn over the table, and only half hidden 
by the hastily-arranged cloth, the pile of cigar- 
ette stubs in the fireplace, and the all-night 
face of the man opposite, were all contradic- 
tions. It almost seemed as if these men were 
trying to make him think that they cared for 
nothing but study and church. 

Now Corydon cared no more and no less than 
the average youth for an excess of either of 
these two very necessary things, and this soon 
became tiresome. So he rose, and said he 
thought that he would have to go. 

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"Oh, don't be in a hurry," said Puggy, in 
dismay. "You've just come." 

"I must, thank you. I have an examination 
to-morrow, you know," said Corydon, moving 
toward the door. 

"That's so — well, can't I show you your 
way to the car?" 

" Oh, no ! — thank you ; but I — I know the 
way all right," protested the sub, with trepida- 
tion as he thought of the waiting rarebit. 

"We 're awfully glad to have seen you," said 

"Can't you dine with us to-morrow?" asked 
the crew man. 

" I promised to call on Mr. Hildreth after the 
examination," hesitated Corydon. 

" Go there first. We don't lunch until one, 
and you '11 be through on the hill by eleven." 

"Come on," added the Cornellian editor, and 
he weakly gave in. 

As their guest vanished into the night, and, 
unseen, into the Rho Tau camp, Puggy Work- 
man walked slowly back to the reception-room 

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He leaned against the mantel, and looked at 
Hollister. " Jake," said he, finally, "something 
is wrong. Have we lost our cunning? That 
man was bored." 

"I should have played those hymns," said 
Wilbur, shuffling the cards. 

"And then you 'd been bored," said Hollister, 
grimly. "Good-night." 

It was after twelve when Melville E. Cory- 
don, tired, but happy, tumbled into bed at 
the Ithaca Hotel. The day had been full of 
many momentous happenings for him. and he 
had met so many men that their faces danced 
before his eyes like the pictures on a kinet- 
escope. He had seen two fraternities, and 
liked the men in both. To-morrow he was 
to see them both again, and another besides. 
What would be the outcome? Would he 
receive an invitation from any of them? And 
if more than one asked him, which, if any, 
should he accept? So far he liked the Rho 
Tans the better. They seemed more attached 

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to each other and more congenial to him. 
Then, too, there was the football team and 
the Banjo Club, and, possibly, the baseball 
team. It might be well, if he were going to 
try for any of them — and Torresdale and Blake 
both wanted him to try — to get the advantage 
of any points they might give him. 

He liked the Beta Chis, too, but he hoped 
they would treat him differently the next time 
he saw them. There was such a thing as too 
much study and church, he thought. He would 
wait. He would see what they really were like. 
He would not be in a hurry. That was what 
Pritchard had told him — not to be in a hurry. 
He remembered that he had crooked his fore- 
finger at him to emphasize his words. What a 
funny nose Pritchard had ! And then he went 
to sleep. 

At eight o'clock on the following morning 
Thorpe, ever-watchful, peered in through the 
library lecture-room window, and saw him busily 
frowning over his examination. Thorpe had 
chanced to meet him on the campus, and had 
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introduced him to Cooley, who was also an 
entering freshman, and, as he proudly explained 
to Corydon, who found him a very congenial 
companion and bound by a bond of sym- 
pathy, pledged Rho Tau. Corydon noticed the 
enamelled button fastened in the lapel of his 
coat, and was told that it was a pledge button. 
He was told, also, many other things he had 
not known, and, coming from a sub like him- 
self, he did not question their truth. He 
learned more of the fraternities and of the sys- 
tem of rushing, and he learned that the only 
society really worth joining was Rho Tau. 
Beta Chi and Chi Delta Sigma were good, 
Cooley said, but not to be compared with Rho 
Tau ; and Cooley said this, not because he was 
pledged Rho Tau, but because it was his honest 
conviction, and he really believed it. More- 
over, it was generally conceded. All Rho Tau 
men, either in this chapter or in any other, were 
gentlemen, and you were sure to like them. 
Also at all the colleges, which Rho Tau had 
seen fit to honor with a chapter, that chapter 

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was easily the first and most prominent of any 
there. The alumni of Rho Tau were more loyal 
than the alumni of any other society. The bond 
between Rho Taus was stronger than the bond 
of any of the rest. 

Of course Corydon could not know that 
Thorpe had routed the pledged man out of 
bed at six o'clock that morning, and had im- 
pressed him with many instructions; and, of 
course, he could not know that the meeting 
on the campus had been deliberately planned. 
Therefore the stock of Rho Tau slid up fifty 

When at last he handed in his paper with a 
sigh, he smiled with the smile known only to 
the man who has "hit it." He had answered 
every question, and his heart was light. He 
walked down the hill, wondering joyously over 
what Cooley had told him of fraternities; and 
when Hildreth hailed him from the piazza of 
the Chi Delt house he started guiltily, for, in 
his ecstasy, he had forgotten his engagement. 

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the sub came up the steps. "Weren't going 
to shake us, were you?" 

Corydon explained. 

" That so ? " said Hildreth, heartily. " Well I 
Glad you hit it. That English exam, is some- 
times a corker. Come around and sit down 
and smoke acigarroon. JackFordyce is here." 

They walked around the corner of the piazza, 
where Fordyce and six or eight other youths 
were reclining with railinged feet and study- 
ing the summer sky. Fordyce rose as he saw 
the sub. 

"Hello, old man," said he, "glad to see 
you. Just getting down the hill?" 

Corydon admitted it, and, as the rest uncoiled 
themselves, Hildreth performed the necessary 
introductions and waved him to a chair. The 
sub sat down and waited. Fordyce gave him a 
cigarette and bade him smoke ; and for a while 
he puffed in silence and listened. 

The Chi Delts believed that the best way in 
which to make a man feel at home was to treat 
him with no special consideration, and with the 

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same degree of courtesy they showed each other. 
In this way they claimed to eradicate the " being 
rushed " feeling from the mind of the man they 
were entertaining, and to make him act natu- 
rally. The man usually felt rather uncomfort- 
able; but this they claimed was also natural. 
They shared in the general belief, however, that 
the freshman, to be conquered, must be met on 
his own ground, and it was for this reason that 
Corydon, whom they believed, on good informa- 
tion, to be of somewhat speedy tendencies, was 
regaled that morning with stories of a more or 
less questionable character, and tales of swift 
experiences, shared in by most of the men. 

As usual, he found himself next to the fra- 
ternity celebrity. This time he was a long 
individual, who masqueraded under the eupho- 
nious title of "Bug." Corydon, noticing his 
blue serge coat, with the crossed oars embroid- 
ered in white silk above the pocket, asked if 
he was connected with the 'varsity crew, and 
learned that his honor was that of conversing 
with the Commodore of the Cornell Navy. 

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After that he learned that there were two Banjo 
and one Mandolin Club man among them, and 
that Hildreth was the first baseman on the 
team. The array was somewhat imposing. 

But what puzzled the sub-freshman most was 
the insistency with which they all told stories 
of their own bold and dark deeds, and how they 
disputed when Hildreth claimed to have, on a 
certain evidently memorable night, drunk three 
more glasses of whiskey than the Mandolin 
Club man. He began to think that this crowd 
was rather speedy. He, at school, had always 
been the last to condemn anything of that sort; 
but he felt that there was a limit, — just as there 
was a limit to which one might comfortably go 
in the other direction. He was thinking of the 
Beta Chis just then. 

Yet he did not refuse the crackers and wine 
which, at a sign from Fordyce, the trig little 
negro boy placed on the wicker table. He had 
no way of knowing that this was the only bottle 
in the house, and had been bought for the occa- 
sion. And he did not refuse the cordial in vita* 

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tion that the crew man gave him as he was 

All this was because the sub was continuing 
to learn. He recognized the value of a society, 
since his talk with Cooley, and he realized fully 
that he was being rushed. Therefore he be- 
lieved he could best serve his own interests by 
making up his mind as soon as possible, that 
there might be no hesitancy if he should be 
asked. To this end he must not refuse invita- 
tions from any of them, and, once accepted, they 
must not be broken. 

So Corydon went up to the Beta Chi house 
to lunch, and after he had lunched he went to 
his hotel; and when he reached his hotel he 
found an invitation to the Rho Tau house tc 
dinner, and he went up the long hill again. 

Thus things went on. One day he would go 
sailing with the Rho Taus, driving with the 
Chi Delts, and swimming with the Beta Chis. 
All the other societies kept their hands off and 
watched. The next day he would go calling 
with the Rho Taus, playing tennis with the Chi 

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Delts, and dining with the Beta Chis. The 
rushing grew hot and fierce, and the sub was 
foxy, and showed no preference. The Rho 
Taus, to make a ten strike, gave a dance for 
him. The Chi Delts, not to be outdone, gave 
a huge dinner, with many bottles thereat, at 
Kay's. The Beta Chis, to cap the climax, 
invited the Episcopal minister, his wife, and 
the superintendent of the Sunday-school to din- 
ner to meet him. Corydon went to them all, 
one after another. 

The sub was a lion. 

Finally the Beta Chis cornered him one after- 
noon, and with much empressement and solem- 
nity offered him an election. They expatiated 
on their position in college; they pointed to 
their long and growing chapter-roll with pride ; 
they bore down upon their intimacy with cer- 
tain professors, whom Corydon had met at their 
house, and they trotted the crew man, the 
Gornellian editor, and a bunch of lesser satellites 
back and forth until Corydon's vision blurred 
and dimmed. They dwelt on their own steadi- 

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ness, and they asked Corydon to say frankly 
whether he believed any other crowd better, 
morally, than they. When Corydon said that, 
so far as he had seen, they were better than the 
rest, that way, they looked at each other in 
triumph, and HoUister sighed as he thought 
how soon the strain would be over. 

But when Corydon said that he could not 
make up his mind yet, that he must have time, 
they looked startled and grieved. They did not 
understand, they said, why he hesitated; and 
for a while they seriously considered taking 
back their invitation. Later, when they found 
him immovable against all bluffs, they graciously 
permitted him ten days in which to decide. 

So Corydon waited. A day after his inter- 
view with the Beta Chis, Hildreth and Fordyce 
called on him at the hotel, and, with many 
throat-clearings and looks of mystery, explained 
their mission, — that of offering him the honor of 
an election to Chi Delta Sigma. They showed 
him wherein they were superior to all others. 
They assured him that in no other crowd would 

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he find such close relationship among the mem* 
bers. They asked him if he did not consider 
their crowd far livelier than the others; and 
when he told them that, as far as he knew, 
they certainly were, Fordyce looked at Hildreth, 
and Hildreth looked at Fordyce, both with 
smiles of satisfaction. 

When Corydon thanked them for the honor, 
but told them that he could not yet decide, they 

"Can't decide I Why — why! I — " said 

"Corydon, think carefully," said Hildreth. 
"People don't get invitations to Chi Delta 
Sigma every day." 

"I have thought, Mr. Hildreth," answered 
the sub. "I simply can't arrive at any conclu- 
sion at present. I like your men very much 
indeed, and I appreciate the honor of your invi- 
tation. But what can I do? I don't know 
what I want myself, yet." 

"You only think you don't, old man," said 
Fordyce, pulling himself together, and putting 


The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

his hand on Corydon 's knee. " You really want 
Chi Delta Sigma — as badly as we want you. 
Listen ! " and Fordyce began to talk. 

He talked in a low, impressive tone, at first, 
and, as he went on, it grew vibrant and plead- 
ing. Corydon was sorry ; sorry because he liked 
Fordyce very much and hated to disappoint him 
by his answer, and sorry because Fordyce 's 
earnestness and feeling made it doubly hard 
for him to keep the resolution he had made. 
Twice he was on the verge of yielding, and 
twice, in the very knick of time, despite 
Fordyce 's impassioned tones, the faces of Tor- 
resdale and Thorpe rose before him, and he 
drew back on the very brink. It was not 
strange that his resolutions should be so nearly 
broken, for Fordyce was one of the best talk- 
ers and most able elocutionists in college, and 
many a sub, just as full of resolve as Cory- 
don, had gone down before his all-powerful 
tongue. But Corydon straightened up and 
shook himself. 

**Mr. Fordyce," said he, "you *re making this 

The Wooing of Melville R, Corydon 

hard for me. Please don't. I 've got to have 

So Fordyce stopped. Hildreth suggested that 
a drink might be in order; but Corydon, who 
wanted to be alone, and think, excused himself; 
and the two Chi Delts, with an expressed hope 
and an unexpressed fear, left him. 

"Jack," said Hildreth, as they left the hotel, 
"that lad is no one's fool, if he is a sport." 

"Right," said Fordyce. "That's our play, 
though. He seems to pay more attention to our 
apparent gayness than to anything else. We '11 
keep it up." 

Meanwhile Corydon stood looking out of the 
window, and wrinkling his subbish young fore- 
head in thought. 

In the last few days he had made inquiries 
here and there, and had learned of the standing 
of the three fraternities, relatively to the rest of 
the college. Of the three he infinitely preferred 
Rho Tau ; but as Rho Tau had not yet honored 
him with an invitation, and as he did not know 
that he would be so favored, he was in some* 

The Wooing of Melville R. Cory don 

thing of a quandary. He realized that his stay 
in Ithaca was of short duration, and that he 
could not hold his two present invitations over 
the summer. If Rho Tau asked him before he 
left, he would pledge himself. If they did not, 
he must decide whether he would accept one of 
the others, or let them both go, in the hope of 
being asked in the fall by Rho Tau. What was 

In his perplexity he thought of Torresdale. 
He had been asked to dinner by Thorpe that 
evening, and he would doubtless see the foot- 
ball man there. Torresdale had once, in a long, 
serious talk aboui fraternities, and things con- 
cerning which Corydon wished to learn, told 
him not to hesitate if there ever was anything 
he wished to know, but to come to him and let 
him help him out with his greater experience. 
Here was a chance to test his good faith. He 
would go to Torresdale, not as a freshman to a 
senior, but as a man to a man, and he would 
ask him what he thought was best to do. 

It was remarkably lucky for Melville E. 

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Corydon that his resolution was forestalled. 
Seniors do not court man to man conversations 
about their fraternities with sub-freshmen, and 
Mr. Corydon would most surely have seen his 
chances for Rho Tau vanish in the dimmest part 
of the dim distance, had he held his proposed 
court of inquiry. 

As it was, when he sought out Torresdale 
after dinner, and asked for the privilege of a 
few minutes' conversation with him, Torresdale 
said pleasantly, — 

" Why, of course. I have something to say 
to you, too, which might as well be said now 
as at any time. Let 's go up in my study," 
and, as he led the way, he shot a glance at the 
group around the piano, which meant " no inter- 
ruptions, please." 

Corydon sat down and cleared his throat. 
He did not know just where to begin. Some- 
how it was harder to say than he had thought, 
when he had considered the matter at his hotel. 
He watched Torresdale lighting his pipe, and 
he cleared his throat again. - 

The IVooing of Melville R. Corydon 

Then Torresdale spoke. " Perhaps, " said he, 
"you had better let me say my little piece first. 
Afterwards, I '11 be willing to help you in any 
way I can." 

The sub was only too glad of the brief respite, 
and he prepared to listen. Torresdale com- 

He did not have the ready flow of words in 
which Fordyce rejoiced, and he did not use the 
awe-inspiring solemnity of HoUister; but as 
Corydon heard what the big guard was saying, 
with his simple straightforward earnestness, his 
heart began to swell, and his vision became 
blurred. Torresdale started at the beginning. 
He told the sub something of the society and 
its policy. He told of its foundation years ago. 
He spoke of some of the alumni who had gone 
from the sheltering walls of the chapter- house 
to rise among their fellowmen in the world out- 
side. He said something of each of the different 
men in the house, and he spoke of them as one 
brother would of another. Then as Corydon, 
scarcely breathing, lest he lose a word, bent 

The Wooing of Melville R. Cory don 

forward in his chair, he began to tell him that 
they wanted him to be among them next year 
and forever after. He said that he had been 
commissioned by every man in the society to 
extend the offer of membership to him, and his 
voice sank deep into Cory don's soul as he ended 
with " and it is the warmest wish of all of us 
that you accept. We want you, and we hope 
that you want us, and, from my own experi- 
ence, I do not hesitate to say that if you pledge 
yourself you will never, on this earth, or on 
any other, regret your decision." 

Corydon looked up and met Torresdale's 
eyes. Then he looked around the room for a 
moment. Then he looked up again, and, with 
a sudden impulsive movement, held out his 
hand. Torresdale grasped it tightly. "Will 
you ? " he asked quickly. 

Melville R. Corydon, sub-freshman, put his 
hand on the senior's shoulder. This was very 

" Will I ? " he said, with a queer little laugh. 
**Torry, I was afraid you would not ask me." 

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Torresdale gave an exultant chuckle, and, 
flinging wide the door, filled the house with a 
series of exultant roars. 

Doors opened, and men swarmed from every- 
where. They rattled down from the third story 
and up from the first, and, as they came, they 
whooped. Torresdale stood by the door and 
laughed more softly as the men came pouring 
into the room. Corydon did not quite under- 
stand; but he was glad to have all the fellows 
shaking his hand and telling him how glad they 

On the following day, as Puggy Workman 
was basking in the sun, on the Beta Chi house 
piazza, there came a freshman to him with his 

In it were the following letters. 

fortunatus coxstantine workman, 
Beta Chi House, Ithaca, N. Y. 

My dear Son, — I have received no acknowl- 
edgment of the draft I sent you over a week 
5 66 

The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

ago. Please let me know at once whether you 
received it. 



P. S. I made a slight misstatement in m;y 
last letter to you. I told you, if I remember 
rightly, that R. E. Corydon's son was going to 
Ithac? f^ take his entrance examinations. This, 
I found later, was a mistake on my part. The 
young man who is there is, as you doubtless 
know by this time, the son of Mr. R. F. Corydon, 
and is not the ardent church- worker I supposed. 
In fact, I do not believe he is overly attentive 
to his spiritual welfare. F. 

F. C. Workman, Esq., 

Beta Chi House, City. 

Dear Mr. Workman, — It is with many 
thanks to you, and a great deal of regret on my 
part, that I tell you that I must decline the honor 
conferred upon me by your society in asking me 
to join. It has been a hard matter for me to 
decide between three fraternities, and in pledg- 

The Wooing of Melville R. Corydon 

ing myself Rho Tau I have followed my inclina- 
tions as nearly as I knew how. 

I trust that the cordial relations established 
between us will not entirely cease because I have 
chosen as I have, and I thank you all most 
heartily for your hospitality. 
Very truly, 

Melville R. Corydon. 

Later in the day the snub-nosed boy brought 
another message to Hildreth. It read : — 

Wm. a. Hildreth, 

Chi Delta Sigma House, Ithaca, N. Y. 

Corydon, son of R. F., notR. A. Not sporty. 

Good fellow and fine football player. Rush 

hard. Sorry. My mistake. 


This came collect. Ten minutes later another 
mail came, and with it another letter. 

W. A. Hildreth, Esq., 

Chi Delta Sigma House, City. 

Dear Mr. Hildreth, — It is with many 
thanks to you, and a great deal of regret on my 

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part, that I tell you that I must decline the 
honor conferred upon me by your society in 
asking me to join. It has been a hard matter 
for me to decide between two fraternities, and 
in pledging myself Rho Tau I have followed 
my inclinations as nearly as I knew how. 

I trust that the cordial relations established 
between us will not entirely cease because I 
have chosen as I have, and I thank you all most 
heartily for your hospitality. 
Very truly, 

Melville R. Corydon. 

That night Beta Chi and Chi Delta Sigma 
broke training. 




'T^HEY were waiting in front of the drug- 
-^ store for a car. Torresdale v/as going to 
football practice, and Little Tyler, trotting dog- 
like at his heels, was going to look on. 

Little Tyler was very proud that day, for it 
was something to know the crack-guard of the 
Varsity; and it was more to know him well, to 
be seen with him, and to be permitted to carry 
his moleskins. He ran along by his side, look- 
ing up into his face, and drinking, open- 
mouthed, every word, as he talked of the 
different players in an easy, familiar way. He 
even called the captain of the 'varsity by his 
first name; and to Little Tyler there was no 
one quite so awful as the captain of the 'varsity. 
He stood on a pedestal among his men, and 
looked down on the college with a far-off, affable 
condescension that did not seem at all like an 

Little Tyler 

ordinary man. Little Tyler had watched him. 
Often, as the captain stood in front of Lincoln 
Hall, between recitations, talking to other seniors 
in that deep, heavy voice of his, he had edged 
as close to the group as he dared, and caught 
fragments of mysterious conversations about a 
certain Bobby and his problems ; and sometimes 
in the long nights, when he had been unable to 
sleep because of the pain in his back, he had 
lain in bed practising his intonations and tones, 
feeling all the time as if he were committing a 
sacrilege. Once, when he had been walking up 
the campus with Torresdale, the captain had 
passed them, and said, "'Lo, Torry," and 
"How are you, Tyler?" as he brushed by. 
This was the nearest he had ever come to 
knowing him; but he had shivered all over 
with joy, and had lived on that memory for 

In the same way, though with a slightly less 

degree of reverence, he admired Torresdale. 

Torresdale was a freshman, and in his own 

class, so that of course he was not now nearly 


Little Tyler 

so far above him as the captain. He felt 
certain that even if the skies should fall, or the 
whole earth should change in some way, so 
that he should know the captain very well, he 
should never be able to talk to him and ask 
him things as he could Torresdale. Not that 
Torresdale was at all an ordinary person, but 
because he was a freshman, — and all freshmen 
are kin, — and possibly because he had been 
very kind to him, and had tried never to do 
anything that would remind him of that ugly 
hump on his back. 

For weeks, his admiration had fallen from 
afar, and had confined itself to wistfully watch- 
ing Torresdale 's figure, as he swung up the 
campus or ran around the track with the training 
squad. There was a hope in his heart that he 
might some day know him; and at first, when 
Torresdale was only playing on the scrub, this 
had not seemed impossible ; but later, when he 
had been chosen for the Varsity, his heart sank 
and hope died, for he had never dreamed of 
knowing a real 'varsity football player. 

Little Tyler 

Being freshmen, they both happened to be in 
the same five-hour math, section, and one day 
Torresdale came late to the recitation in trigo- 
nometry. Partly through accident, and partly 
because he had noticed the bent little figure 
with the pinched-looking face and wistful eyes, 
he had dropped into the seat next him, and 
had nodded pleasantly. Little Tyler, his heart 
beating a stifling tattoo against his ribs, nodded 
back, scarcely knowing what he did; and little 
by little they had fallen into a whispered con- 
versation, roughly broken by the instructor's sud- 
den turning and asking for order in an extremely 
unpleasant tone. Then he shrank back in his 
seat and looked frightened. Torresdale had 
only smiled and remarked, in a husky and very 
audible whisper, that " Old Stone " had his back 
up this morning. He had learned what instruc- 
tors were for, and " Old Stone " evidently knew 
it, for he did not turn again. By the end of 
the hour they were on the best of terms; and 
after that Torresdale had always smiled and 
nodded, and often sat beside him. One day 

Little Tyler 

they had met on the campus, and Torresdale 
had suggested that Little Tyler should take 
dinner with him that evening. Little Tylei 
had gone, and they had sat talking football 
until far into the night. Day by day the 
friendship grew. Torresdale, with his big, 
overflowing heart, learned to await the coming 
of the little hunchback, and learned what it 
really was to watch over and be thoughtful for 
some one else. It was rather a new sensation, 
and he liked it. He liked to talk and watch 
the little thin face light up, and the wistful, 
deep-set eyes glow and sparkle when he told of 
some exciting tackle or wonderful run ; and he 
found out, too, that there were few men on the 
team who knew more about the theories of foot- 
ball than Little Tyler. 

On the other hand. Little Tyler, who had 
never in all his life known what it was to have 
a real chum, looked up to Torresdale as to a 
god, and worshipped him with a blind devo- 
tion. The rest of the men in his class, and the 
others whom he had known before he came to 

Little Tyler 

college, had always treated him as a child. 
Torresdale gave his years due credit and respect ; 
but the rest, partly on account of an uncon- 
fessed feeling of embarrassment . in the presence 
of his misfortune, and partly because they had 
never tried to know him, refused him admittance 
to their fellowship. They nev0r noticed him 
when they were planning cider raids or flag 
raisings, for he could be of no use to them in 
such things. They never noticed him in class 
meetings, for he could not stand boldly forth, 
as did the rest, and make enthusiastic, burning 
speeches about the tyrannical sophomores, and 
what the class would do if given the chance. 
He was usually wedged in between two men, 
and almost out of sight, so that no one ever 
knew how his cheeks burned and his fingers 
itched to be well and strong, that he might 
do his share and show his class spirit. They 
did not need him ; and in their life his pitiful, 
misshapen figure acted as a wet blanket on all 
their fun. 

But Torresdale treated him as an equal. He 

Little Tyler 

did not patronize him when he spoke, but asked 
his advice on lots of things, and talked to him 
just as though he were one of the others who 
could stand up straight. His whole heart went 
out to him. It was good to have some one 
talk to him as though he were a man, and like 
to have him around; it was better that the 
some one was the right-guard of the football 
team ; it was best of all that he was Torresdale. 
Had he been given his choice of all his class, he 
would have chosen no one else. Torresdale was 
so clever, so big, so warm-hearted. There was 
no one so popular or so handsome among all 
the freshmen. No one else dared to talk to the 
professors in that easy way he had. Decidedly, 
there was no one among all the under-classmen 
who was quite so great and good as Torresdale. 
Through the occult method of communication 
known by freshmen and sophomores, the news 
had swept through class-room and campus that 
on this night there would be a fierce rush on 
Eddy Street. In consequence, the feeling be^ 
tween the two classes had raged all day long at 

Little Tyler 

fever heat. No one knew who were the leaders 
in the movement, but every one felt the need of 
an old-time rush to clear the air. The valiant 
sophomores, stern in the sense of their class 
duty, and bold in the remembrance of their pre- 
ceding year's victory, had been too long over- 
bearing, and the under-class, at first timid with 
the sense of new surroundings and unfamiliar 
traditions, had found itself. Under the guid^ 
ance and advice of friendly juniors the class 
had organized, for there had been too much of 
the humiliating drinking of milk and vinegar 
forced down one's throat by a big sophomore 
and a rubber tube, and it was time they earned 
their rightful emancipation. 

There had been a number of other rushes in 
the earlier part of the term, but they had been 
battles between veterans, and half the number 
of raw troops, and the sophomores had easily 
won. This time, things were to be different. 
The flag was to be of the stoutest painted can- 
vas, strong enough to bear an enormous strain. 
The strongest men in the freshman class, in- 

Little Tyler 

eluding Torresdale, were to lay tight hold of 
the flag on one side, while the three chosen from 
the sophomores seized the other. Then a senior 
gave the word, and both classes were to rush 
together and fight for its possession. It prom- 
ised to be very interesting, and the jaded seniors 
and juniors, behind whom active participancy 
in such affairs lay, looked forward to a very 
pleasant evening. 

Torresdale and Little Tyler were talking 
about it. The latter held the big guard's 
moleskin football trousers hugged affection- 
ately to his breast, and looked up awfully into 
his face as he spoke of the horrors, the de- 
lights, and the probable perils of the coming 

"And it will be the biggest rush ever," he 
finally ended, standing with his legs apart, and 
tapping Little Tyler solemnly on the shoulder, 
— "absolutely the biggest rush ever. There 
will be blood, and lots of it. The bodies 
will sway, and sophomores will be trampled 
upon and groan horribly. Ah-h-h-h! " and 

Little Tyler 

Torresdale clicked his teeth together in an- 

"Shall we really win?" asked Little Tyler, 
anxiously, — " shall we really ? " 

"If I thought we shouldn't," replied Torres- 
dale, slowly, " I would never show my face at 
Percy Field ag^in. I would never touch a foot- 
ball again. Never — though they offered to 
make me captain three times over — if I thought 
we should n't. But I don't. " 

"That's good,'' said Little Tyler. "And 
you are in the middle, Torry? Who were 
chosen with you?" 

" Johnson on my right and H. Lockwood on 
my left. They are two of the huskiest men 
in college," answered Torresdale. "There are 
only three men in the whole sophomore class 
of whom we need be at all afraid." 

"Birdsell, Humboldt, and who else?" asked 
Little Tyler, timidly. 

" Why, how in the deuce did you know who 
I meant?" said Torresdale, staring. "Dickson 
is the other. But how did you know? " 

Little Tyler 

"I've watched them playing on the scrub 
when I 've been down," apologized Little Tyler. 
"The first two are hard men, I imagine; but 
Dickson missed three tackles last week Friday, 
and his shoulders are too narrow. He won't 
last, I think." 

"H'm," said his companion, looking down at 
him curiously. " Perhaps you 're right. Still, 
that six-handed business is not the main issue. 
As soon as the word is given, we shall, of course, 
try to get that flag, but we won't be the only 
ones. In less than ten seconds, there will be a 
close, howling mob around us, and every one 
will be fighting for a grip on it. One side will 
pull one way, and one the other, and it won't 
be any easy job for any one." 

" Oh, I wish I were strong ! I wish I could 
be in that!" cried Little Tyler, quickly. He 
clasped his hands, and looked beseechingly up 
at his friend, who towered above him like a 
giant over a pigmy. " Torry, you 're the only 
one that knows. The others think I have no 
class spirit, because I can't talk and go into 
6 81 

Little Tyler 

athletics, and do the other things they do. 
They think I am a coward because of that," 
he jerked his head backwards toward his bent, 
deformed back, — "a coward," he whispered. 
"Do you hear, Torry? — a coward!''^ 

Torresdale dropped his hand on his shoulder. 
"Hush, Tyler," he said. "I know it's hard, 
and d — d hard, too. It must be. But you 
stick it out. There is not one man in twenty 
who would have dared to try college at all, if 
he — if he — were like you. I'm not blind; 
and maybe I 've seen more than you think. 
They don't mean it. They simply don't under- 
stand. Wait ! They will in time ; and if you 
can show the courage to force them to under- 
stand, you will be happy all your life. If you 
leave college, no one will ever know you were 
not what some of them may be short-sighted 
enough to think you now. You stay^ and — 
and — well, /'m here, you know." 

"I know, Torry," said the hunchback, grate- 
fully; "I'm sorry I spoke as I did. It was 
weak, and I don't think I '11 do it again. At 


Little Tyler 

least, I '11 try not. Just forget, will you, please ? 
But I *m going to show them, I '11 show them, 
if it kills me." 

Torresdale eyed him keenly. " You keep out 
of that rush, " he said. " Mind I " 

Little Tyler laughed. 

At the field that day he sat in state on the 
side lines, with Torresdale 's coat over his knees, 
and his 'varsity sweater, red with the big white 
C in the centre, tied snugly around his neck by 
the sleeves. No one paid any attention to him, 
and he sat alone, eagerly watching the plays, 
and applauding with his shrill little voice and 
thin hands whenever his beloved Torry smashed 
huge holes in the line and the backs darted 
through for gains. Day after day, the humped- 
up little figure had followed the team's every 
movement, and he knew the strong and weak 
points as well as though he had been the head- 
coach himself. He knew that Lyndhurst, the 
right end, played out too far, and he doubled 
his fists in agony every time a back shot through 
the line, between him and the tackle. He saw 


Little Tyler 

that the right half-back was too slow in start- 
ing, and that the left ran too high, and hit the 
line sideways. He found out, by the way in 
which the scrub full-back placed himself, just 
before the plays when the 'varsity had the ball, 
that he knew all the 'varsity signals, and he 
wanted to tell the captain, but did not dare. 
He was afraid it would be fresh and interfer- 
ing, and he thought that the captain, who had 
forgotten more about football than he had ever 
dreamed of knowing, must know it anyway. 
It was so plain, he thought, that not noticing 
was impossible ; so he sat still and said nothing. 
Between the halves the coaches took the men 
off in one corner of the field, and talked to them 
earnestly. They gathered in a circle, with their 
heads together and their hands on each other's 
shoulders, while the head-coach stood in the 
centre and talked. Little Tyler could see his 
arms waving up and down, and he grinned out 
of the sleeves of his sweater, for he knew the 
coach had seen what he had seen, and was try- 
ing, in his own vigorous way, to correct it. 

Little Tyler 

It was the first day of November, and the 
chilly autumn winds swept over the field. Up o» 
Dead Head Hill the trees, from which the townies 
and little muckers were wont to see the games, 
waved their huge arm-like branches against the 
gray eastern sky, like the tentacles of an enor- 
mous octopus. The leaves blew in little whirl- 
winds all along the fence, and the windows of 
the clubhouse rattled and chattered with every 
gust, as if protesting against the rudeness of 
the wind. Sweatered and overcoated students 
stood with their hands in their pockets, shiver- 
ingly waiting for play to begin again; and over 
near the main entrance Jack, the keeper of the 
field, seated on his big iron roller, was swearing 
gloriously at his cherished horse, than which, 
as he explained, on every possible occasion, there 
was not a — finer — horse in the whole — town 
of Ithaca, by — ! 

Little Tyler grew cold and lonely as he 

waited. He tied the sweater more tightly, and 

burrowed down into his overcoat. He wished 

«ome one of those freshmen who were kicking 


Little Tyler 

that borrowed football around over there by the 
goalposts would come over and speak to him, 
and treat him as though he really belonged to 
the class and was somebody. He would prove 
to them, if they would only give him the 
chance, that he was just as loyal and as eager 
as they that the class should be great; but they 
did not seem to care what he thought. He 
would have died before he would have walked 
up to them and joined them, as two or three 
other freshmen had done, and as all freshmen 
should do, because he realized his infirmity, and 
was keenly sensitive to their observation; but 
he did wish that one or two of them would come 
voluntarily to him, just because they wanted to 
see him and talk to him. He had been in col- 
lege now for almost two whole months, and 
during all that time had met, outside of Torres- 
dale, only ten of his class. Every one knew 
who he was because he happened to be a curi- 
osity in college ; but his natural reserve, coupled 
with his diffidence and pride, had made them 
think that he did not wish companionship, and 

Little Tyler 

they avoided him. Those few who had talked 
with him liked him and went out of their way 
to send a morning " Hello " at him as they met 
in their classes ; but the others, simply because 
he looked so queer, believed that he must be 
different and unlike them in tastes and inclina- 
tions, so they had taken the surest course to 
shut him out from their hearts and fellowship, 
— that of not making his acquaintance. 

There was no way for them to know that 
Little Tyler was sitting with Torresdale's coat 
over his knees, internally crying his heart out 
(and biting his upper lip hard to keep from 
doing it externally), because he was not as they 
were, and because it had been decreed that he 
never should be. They did not know how 
many nights he had tossed in his bed and 
clenched his hands to prevent himself from get- 
ting up and writing home to say he could not 
stand it, and was coming back. Torresdale 
would never tell, because he never knew. 
Little Tyler would never show it, because he 
was too proud. The class would never find it 

Little Tyler 

out, because men, never looking, seldom know 
what their fellows are suffering. 

Most men who had passed through such an 
experience would have been bitter against their 
class and its members. The constant ignorance 
of his existence as a man and a freshman would 
have driven most men back into themselves, 
but with Little Tyler it was different. He 
was used to reticence, and accustomed to being 
ignored. As far back as his memory reached, 
he had been of no account. He could not 
remember when his little misshapen figure had 
ever produced any other results in the world, 
and he was wise enough to know that his phys- 
ical appearance had made him unconsciously 
sensitive and proud. He knew also that these 
were two reasons within himself that forbade 
his breathing just the same air that his class- 
mates did. 

But as he sat there after the second half, 
waiting for Torresdale to dress and join him, 
his thoughts ran riot through his brain. He 
tried to puzzle it all out. Why were things so ? 

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Why was there not some way to show them 
that he was as much flesh and blood as they? 
And if there was not, why were people made 
with backs that did not fit ? He had been very 
brave, up there with Torresdale, when he had 
said that he would show them ; but it was one 
thing to talk and another to act. He could n't 
just go up and chum with them, as the others 
did, so there was an end to that. He could n't 
stand up and talk in class meeting. He was 
sure of that. If he stood on the floor he looked 
more bent than ever ; if he stood on a bench he 
looked ridiculous. What was there for him to 
do? Was it always to be this way? Could 
he never get into their hearts? How could 
he break the ice and win a little, just a very 
little, of their fellowship? If he could help 
the class in any way, it would be above every- 
thing best, and he should like that; but how 
was he to help the class ? There was the rush. 
Torresdale had told him to keep out of that. 
Torry must think he was a fool ! What a lot 
of use he would be in a rush ! He would only 

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be in every one's way — that was it, — in every 
one's way. He had always been in every one's 

He wondered if Torry thought that; and, at 
the idea, a great lump rose in his throat as he 
looked forlornly across the windy field. No, 
there was no use. He would always remain 
the little bent and useless hunchback. No one 
would ever think that he amounted to any- 
thing. No one besides Torry would ever want 
him around. It was hard, — it was very hard, and 
yet he was afraid that it was awfully, terribly 
true. Of what use was he ? He could n't even 
study so as to get a prize ; and, anyway, what 
good would that do? He might just as well 
make up his mind now, either to stay and stick 
it out and be miserably unhappy, or to go home 
defeated, which would not be pleasant. Neither 
way would be pleasant, but — Oh, would all 
his life be this way? Would he be always just 
outside and never just in? He was afraid to 
look forward to the next three years. If a 
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should do something he ought not. He felt it. 
He did not know what it would be, but he 
should do it. At least, people would notice 
him then — Oh, what was he talking about, 
and where was Torresdale? He had been sit- 
ting on that damp ground long enough, and he 
should be here by this time. If he did not 
come, he should go on home and not wait. 

Torresdale came across the field, whistling 
gayly. His cheeks were red, and his long, 
curly football hair blew in the wind. Little 
Tyler handed him his sweater in silence, and 
he pulled it over his head. From its depths 
his big cheerful voice plumped out, "Well — 
what do you think?" 

Little Tyler got up. His legs were stiff from 
the cold ground. " I don't think I can, Torry," 
he said slowly. 

Torresdale stared, and then laughed. It was 
a round, whole-souled, healthy laugh. "Don't 
you, indeed ? " he said. " / was talking about 

"Oh," said little Tyler, wearily, "Lyndhurst 

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plays too far out, and the backs are slow. 
Let's go home.'* 

"Humph," grunted his friend, "what's the 
matter with you ? " 

"Nothing," answered Little Tyler, "only — 
let's go home." 

Torresdale picked up his football suit. It 
was his intention to be armored in the rush, and 
the oddly-assorted pair started off together. 

Going through the archway they passed Jack, 
on his roller, and the big guard shouted a good- 
natured inquiry as to the state of health of his 
horse. Jack rumbled back, seriously advising 
Torresdale, as a physician, to go — south for 
the winter, and Torresdale chuckled joyously. 
Back of the gun factory they left the road ; 
and, picking their way among the straw stacks, 
mounted the long flight of steps leading to the 
top of the bluff. Neither spoke, but once or 
twice Little Tyler caught his breath with a little 
quick gasp, for the climb was hard for him. 
Torresdale heard it, and, with a sudden pang, 
called himself a brute for forgetting and not 

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riding home. When they reached the spring 
at the summit, he pretended to be most thirsty, 
and spent several minutes in hunting for the 
dipper, while Little Tyler sat on a rock and 
rested. Then they started on again, cross lots, 
over the fields, and down back of the University 

That evening Torresdale stood alone in his 
room, lacing on his canvas jacket. His mind 
and heart were full of the coming rush, for, next 
to his fraternity, he loved his class far better 
than anything else in college, and to-night he 
was to help defend its honor. But a few 
minutes before, Billy Smith, the president of 
the junior class, had stopped him as he came 
down from dinner, and told him that the whole 
class was looking at him, and that he must not 
fail. There was no need to tell him that, he 
said to himself, as he savagely pulled at the 
lacings. He would — tug — hang on, tug — to 
that — tug — flag until he died. He guessed 
he knew what an important part he played in 
this show; and if he did not do his share, it 

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would be very queer indeed. He dipped his 
hands again in the powdered resin on the table, 
and gave himself a little shake, just to feel his 
strength, and sat down by the window to wait 
for Billy Smith and the other two men. Billy 
Smith was to look them all over, and give them 
a few pointers just before they all went to the 
battlefield; and he had told Torresdale on no 
account to leave before he came. So he sat still 
and waited. 

Outside, the supressed excitement and feeling 
that had filled the air all day began to find vent 
in occasional class yells and howls of derision, 
as a group of sophomores passed a knot of fresh- 
men. In the darkness Torresdale could see the 
figures of men pouring from the different board- 
ing houses out into Heustis Street. Some went 
straight down Dryden Road to Eddy. Others 
stood in bunches of ten or fifteen, yelling, 
" Ninety Blank, this way ! " or " Ninety Dash, 
this way! " A few isolated men wandered 
around, trying to place themselves with their 
own class. It was fun, Torresdale thought, to 

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see them edge quietly up to a group, and duck 
and dart away at the sight of an unfamiliar 
face, or the utterance of an antagonistic senti- 
ment. Occasionally, once or twice, two groups, 
unable to restrain themselves longer, charged 
together and developed miniature rushes; but 
these were always quickly nipped in the bud by 
the upper-classmen, who patrolled the streets, 
secure in the dignity of their extra years. 
"Hold on!" they would command grandly; 
" you '11 have all the fighting you want later ! " 
The upper-classmen were not going to have their 
fun spoiled. 

Once the door of a boarding-house was opened 
for a moment, and in the flood of lamplight that 
fell across the sidewalk Torresdale saw Hum- 
boldt, his chief opponent, talking to five other 
sophomores. Torresdale shut his teeth hard. 
He did not like Humboldt, and Humboldt knew 
it. There would be a big fight there, he said 
to himself. He had just time to notice that he 
wore a leather belt around his waist before 
the door closed. A moment afterwards two of 

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the freshman groups caught sight of him at the 
window, and yelled to him. He shouted back, 
and the next second heard them give his class 
cheer with his name at the end. It made him 
feel cold and shivery, and it made him shut his 
hands over an imaginary flag, and say, beneath 
his breath, "They sha'n't — they sha'n't! " 
Then the two groups moved on and left him. 
In the lull that followed, he had just time to 
wonder where Billy Smith was, with H. Lock- 
wood and Johnson, and to wish that they would 

Suddenly from the darkness below there came 
a faint little cry. 

"Torry! — oh, Torryl" 

Torresdale shut his teeth with a snap. In 
the excitement he had forgotten all about Little 
Tyler, and for the first time, since he had 
known him, he felt that he did not want him 
around. He did not want any but able-bodied 
men that night, he said once more to himself. 
Why could he not have had more sense ? He 
ought to have known that he would be in the 

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way. So Torresdale drew his head in and kept 
very quiet. 

In a moment the voice rose again, and this 
time it was thrilled and shrill with excitement, 
and there was an appeal in it that Torresdale 
could not forego. He swore to himself, and 
stuck his head out ungraciously. 

"Hello, Tyler. What do you want?" he 

" Oh, Torry, I did not mean to bother you to- 
night — really, I didn't; but Billy Smith says 
for you to come down at once. He has Johnson 
and H. Lockwood with him ! " cried the voice. 

" Oh ! " said Torresdale, with a sudden change 
that did not escape notice below, "wait a 

A second later the lights went out, and two 
seconds after that Torresdale stood on the side- 
walk. "Come on," he said briefly, and started 
away at a tremendous pace down the hill to 
Eddy Street. Little Tyler ran by his side in 
little halting jumps. As they turned the comer, 
the rising moon was just showing itself over 

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the western hills. It made a silver road across 
the black lake far below, and its light streamed 
down over the housetops. In the centre of its 
strength there stood a mighty crowd of sopho- 
mores and freshmen, surging and swaying to 
and fro, and exchanging taunts and jeers. 
The freshmen were huddled together in one 
solid crowd; but the sophomores, more used to 
the situation, were spread out, and laughed and 
talked together to show their confidence. A 
space of about thirty feet divided them; and 
seniors and juniors, watching warily for any 
outbreak, held them back, waiting for the 
proper time. The faces of the nearest shone 
white and tense in the moonlight; and, as the 
whole scene spread itself before the two men 
coming down the hill, they paused. 

"That's good,'' said Little Tyler. 

" Hurry up, Torresdale ! We 're waiting for 
you," some junior cried; and Torresdale, for- 
getting all else, broke into a run, letting Little 
Tyler follow as best he might. 

"This way, Torresdale," yelled Billy Smith; 

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and Torresdale went over to receive Billy's 
explanations and his own last instructions with 
his co-gladiators. 

"Sorry," said Smith, "I was detained. Did 
Little Tyler get you all right?" 

"Uh-huh! " grunted Torresdale. "Did you 
say to take hold this way?" 

"Put your hands a little more apart. So! 
That 's it. Now just keep your wits ahout 
you, and you will be all right." 

"Where are the others?" asked the guard, 
practising his new-taught hold with his friend's 

" Behind you. They 've both been coached. 
Now remember, Torresdale, and mind Hum- 
boldt. He 's crazy because you beat him out at 
football, and he '11 do anything, fair or unfair. 
You will have to watch him," said Smith, 

"I 'm not afraid," answered Torresdale, 

The other two men stood waiting. Johnson, 
the taller, was a loosely-put-together, raw-boned 

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countryman, fresh from the lumber regions of 
northern New York. He had been used to 
handling logs and men all his life, and his out- 
door work had made his muscles like wire cords 
and his lungs like bellows. Yielding to per- 
suasion, he had worn his room-mate's football 
suit, and now stood looking down at the padded 
trousers, grinning at the figure he cut. To him 
the prospect of a rush was amusing. Until now, 
his fights had been with drunken Irishmen and 
bearded Swedes in the lumber camps. This 
seemed as if it might be tame, and he did not 
anticipate much difficulty in doing his share 
toward holding the flag. 

H. Lockwood (H. to distinguish him from his 
brother, of the same class) was of a different 
type. His build was short and stocky, with a 
huge chest and broad shoulders, and the even 
development of the muscles in his arms and 
forearms, visible beneath the sleeves of his 
jersey, showed the unmistakable signs of gym- 
nastic training. Lockwood had come to college 
holding the amateur championship in boxing 

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and wrestling of three Eastern States; but as 
he stood by his classmate's side, and looked at 
the crowd in front, and the crowd behind him, 
he gave the belt of his corduroys another pull, 
for he had heard of and seen some college rushes, 
and he did not feel as confident as Johnson. 

Torresdale bent down to catch Billy Smith's 
farewell injunctions, and, turning, walked over 
to join the others. He was not afraid, but his 
heart was beating fast as he looked across the 
clear space, and saw the three strapping sopho- 
mores who were to be their opponents, loung- 
ing confidently, and idly listening to a couple 
of seniors with an air which plainly showed 
that they felt no nervousness as to the combat's 
outcome. H. Lockwood seemed to feel the 
same way, for, as he greeted Torresdale, he said, 
"How are you, Torresdale," and then, nodding 
toward the group, "Husky-looking beggars, 
aren't they?" Johnson simply said, "Hello 
there, Football ; how do you like my clothes ? " 
and shook hands ; but each knew that no matter 
what the others felt or thought, they were going 

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to hang on to that flag, if it were a possible 
thing, though their fingers should be fairly- 
pulled off their hands. 

" Mind what I told you, Johnson. And you, 
too, H. Lockwood. Watch for that underhold," 
cried Billy Smith, as he went off to find the 
captain of the team, who was to start the rush. 

The men nodded, and through nervousness 
Torresdale nodded with them. Lockwood wiped 
the perspiration from his hands on his jersey, 
and said, between his teeth, "I wish we were 
ready. Idon't like this standing still." Torres- 
dale nodded again in sympathy. Big Johnson 
grinned, and said, " Lots of time, boys, — lots 
of time." 

Little Tyler, who at first tried desperately to 
keep pace with Torresdale as he ran in response 
to the junior's call, had fallen behind, and now 
hung around the outskirts of the crowd, watch- 
ing eagerly everything that took place. His 
heart was banging and thumping in a most 
startling manner; but in his excitement he did 
not feel it. He noticed the group of sopho- 


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mores, around their chosen men, put their heads 
together and hold a whispered consultation ; and 
one of the men in the middle of the ring seemed 
to be explaining something. He caught the 
words, "This way," and "They'll have to let 
go," and he edged nearer, hoping to discover 
something that would be of value to his class. 
As he drew near, one of the sophomores saw 
him, and yelled, "Get out of this, you dash 
Httle fool!" 

"You come and put me out!" cried Little 
Tyler, bravely; but the sophomore only laughed, 
and said, "Go on home. We don't want to 
hurt you." 

Little Tyler turned away with a sinking heart- 
"They won't even touch me," he said to him- 
self, bitterly. "Oh, if I could only do some- 
thing! If they would only give me a chance. 
But they won't; they won't even touch me. 
What's the use?" 

He walked across the road again, and climbed 
to the top of a tree-box. He could see over 
the heads of the crowd there, and, at least, he 

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way. Maybe — just 
maybe — during the rush he could help in some 
little way or other. He might see some move 
that the sophomores were making, and he might 
warn his class in time, or something like that. 
It was very vague, but he felt it best to stay 
where he was — for the present, at all events. 
So he tucked his feet between two of the cross- 
bars of the tree-box, and sat there waiting, a 
little ball of humanity, with a fluttering pulse. 

Suddenly the busy humming of the voices of 
the crowd ceased. Every one took a deep, full 
breath, and braced himself. The seniors and 
juniors drew back from the centre of the open 
path between the two classes, and held them in 
check as the captain of the team walked out 
into the moonlight, carrying the canvas flag. 
He stood a moment, looking at the two crowds, 
then, "Bring out your men," he said. 

The three sophomores gave their belts a final 

hitch, and walked out to the centre, wiping their 

hands on their trousers; Billy Smith led the 

three freshmen forward. The captain of the 


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team took their hands and placed them, one by 
one, on the flag. Then he took the hands of 
the three sophomores in the same way, and 
placed them so that they alternated, freshman, 
sophomore, freshman, sophomore, to the last 
man. Then he stood back. 

"Are you ready? " he asked slowly. 

Twelve feet planted themselves solidly, and 
six pairs of eyes glared across the flag at each 
other. The leaves on the trees lay quiet, and 
the electric light on the corner ceased its siz- 
zling. Every one held his breath; and Little 
Tyler, on the tree-box, leaned forward, with 
his mouth open and his eyes staring. 


At the word, the three sophomores gave a 
sudden, simultaneous jerk, combining all their 
strength. The freshmen stumbled, lost their 
footing, regained it, and the crowds behind them 
swept together with a mighty yell. The rush 
had begun. 

In the very first struggle H. Lockwood, fall- 
ing forward with the rest, doubled the hand 

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that he had stretched out to break his fall, back- 
wards beneath him, spraining his wrist badly. 
The sudden pain that went shooting up his arm 
convinced him that something serious had hap- 
pened ; but his face gave no sign of any mishap, 
and it was not until he found the grip of his 
right hand powerless that he realized what had 
occurred. Then his heart sank. He knew that 
another jerk like the first would break his one- 
handed hold, and unless help came before then 
the odds of three to two would probably prove 
fatal. He braced his feet, and hung on dog- 
gedly; but it was as he had expected. With a 
sudden, quick movement the sophomores turned, 
and in some way caught the end of the flag over 
Humboldt's shoulder. Then they braced, and 
with pulls and jerks slowly raised the three 
struggling freshmen clear from the ground. 
The crowd yelled, and Lockwood felt his grip 
slowly loosening under the strain. In a few 
year-seeming seconds he would have to let go, 
and the sophomores, who had seen his injured 
hand hanging loosely by his side, redoubled 

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their efforts. Torresdale and Johnson, their 
eyes almost starting from their sockets under 
the strain, dug their heels anew into the 
chopped-up ground, and hung on grimly. 
Then, just at the needed moment, the classes 
clashed together, and a dozen eager and willing 
freshmen hands laid hold and helped. 

With the meeting of the crowds the character 
of the struggle changed. All individuality 
ceased, and the rush became entirely class 
against class. As a whole, it was good- 
natured; but the feeling that prompted it in 
the beginning ran high in spots, and here 
and there little swirling melees broke out, 
although, in the main, the object was the flag, 
and no one paid much attention to individual 

The sophomores pulled, and tugged, and 
twisted, and the freshmen tugged, and twisted, 
and pulled. The balance of the sophomores on 
the outside swung around in a half circle, and 
savagely attempted to force the freshmen down 
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swung around also, and the positions of the 
two classes were reversed. Then the freshmen 
became savage, and with many howls tried to 
force their opponents down Eddy Street. They 
pushed, and panted, and fought ; but the sopho- 
mores, in spite of all their efforts, did not budge. 
The crowd on the inside struggled and grappled, 
and clambered over one another in their efforts 
to break the hold of the different champions 
and wrench the flag free. As fast as a sopho- 
more would climb upon a freshman's back to 
reach the bit of canvas, two freshmen would 
seize him by the throat and drag him back- 
wards. Whenever a freshman would essay to 
duck under a man's arm to get nearer, two or 
three sophomores would grab him by the heels 
and dump him on his face on the ground, 
whence, as soon as he was free from the entang- 
ling feet, he would spring up to try it all over 
again. The classes rapidly became mixed. 
There was soon no freshman or sophomore side : 
nothing but one large, pushing, kicking, gasp- 
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the crowd, where a handful of the more fortu- 
nate battled for the possession of the coveted 
piece of canvas. 

For fully thirty minutes the struggle raged 
without a check. Men who had never trained, 
and often some who were in the pink of condi- 
tion, after fighting for fifteen or twenty minutes, 
came staggering out of the mass, reeling like 
drunken men, so fierce was the fight. They 
rested for five or ten minutes, and rushed back 
with all their old enthusiasm. Along the edges, 
the upper-classmen lounged, urging on their 
favorite classes with: "Get in there. Ninety 
Dash ! " or " Eat 'em up. Ninety Blank ! " One 
group of juniors, standing closer in than the rest, 
pounced on the resting freshmen as they made 
ready to renew the conflict, and catching them 
by the arms and legs tossed them high over 
the heads of the crowd, on whom they fell 
with telling force, bowling over sophomores 
and freshmen impartially, and causing no 
end of fun to the group of townies on the 



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Little Tyler almost fell from his tree-box in 
his anxiety to get a better view. He had seen 
H. Lockwood let go, and he had groaned. He 
had seen the rushing freshmen reach the flag in 
time, and he had laughed. Now, as he saw the 
group of juniors, he was seriously contemplating 
climbing down and requesting them to toss him 
also. If he had thought that he could have 
done the slightest good, he would not have hesi- 
tated an instant, for from where he sat he could 
see that his class was not having the easy time 
Torresdale had predicted. Indeed, they were 
scarcely holding their own. 

As the tussle went on, the sophomores had, 
unnoticed by the freshmen, been gradually mass- 
ing themselves together. Little Tyler, whom 
no move escaped, saw it, and, fearful lest his 
class should be surprised, cried out at the top 
of his thin, high voice, " Look out for a rush. 
Ninety Dash ! " The butcher, standing beneath 
the tree, looked up at him curiously. No one 
else had heard, and, in a despairing sort of way, 
he settled back again on the tree-box to watch. 

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But this time there was going to be no sud- 
den rush and attempt to force the freshmen over 
the hill. The sophomores were after that flag, 
and the scheme, part of which Little Tyler had 
overheard, before the rush began, was approach- 
ing its fulfilment. More cries of "This way. 
Ninety Blank! " and "Get together, fellows! " 
brought a perfect division of parties. The dozen 
men nearest the flag still clung desperately to- 
gether, though of the freshmen holders there 
remained only Torresdale. The other places 
were filled by men who had fought their way in. 
Johnson and Lockwood were still in the thick 
of the trouble, but each had lost his hold, in 
some of the twistings and turnings of the rush, 
and was now trying to regain it. Dickson, of 
the sophomores, had become completely winded 
in the earlier stages, and now sat, disconsolate 
and unnoticed, on the hillside; while Birdsell 
and Humboldt fought weakly to regain their 
old positions. 

Suddenly the sophomores around the inner 
circle drew to one side, still keeping their hold 

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on the flag; and before the look of perplexed 
wonder at this strange move had died from the 
freshman's eyes the others fell back, and up the 
path thus made, eleven of the very biggest of 
the sophomores came rushing, formed in a per- 
fect and terrible football wedge. 

Little Tyler turned faint with fear, and for 
a moment held tightly to the tree-box. As 
the solid mass of men broke through the ring 
and fell upon the startled freshmen, he saw 
Humboldt drop his hold and jump savagely, 
knee forward, full at Torresdale's chest. The 
big guard struck out blindly, and went down 
like a ninepin ; and all but one of his classmates, 
forced to loose their hold under the furious 
onslaught, were pushed, staggering, back among 
their fellows. 

Then Little Tyler became delirious. The 
next thing he saw was that a sophomore, watch- 
ing his chance in the mixup, had, by a quick 
movement, jerked the flag from the hands of its 
last defender, and was racing madly through the 
crowd, with the evident intention and desire of 

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getting free with his booty. The freshmen saw 
him, and with him their only chance of turning 
defeat into victory, vanishing into the distance, 
and with a disappointed yell they turned and 
started in pursuit. 

But the sophomore was fast, and had a good 
start, and he chuckled as he ran, forgetting the 
old, old proverb of the premature crow. There 
was no one in his path. His course was 
clear to victory and fame — save for two small 
obstacles: Little Tyler and his class spirit, 
both more formidable than any one had ever 

Before the sophomore was fairly on his way, 
the hunchback had slid to the ground. He 
saw that if his enemy held a straight course he 
must pass within fifteen feet of where he stood. 
So he hid behind the tree-box and waited. 
This was his chance ! It had come, and, oh ! he 
must not fail. He would show them now ! He 
would show them I He would show them ! — 
and just then the sophomore came. Little Tyler 
leaped out from behind the tree, his little legs 
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flying back and forth like the driving rods 
on an engine. The sophomore saw him and 
swerved, but not soon enough. Little Tyler 
was too close, by the fraction of a second, and 
the little bent- up body shot through the air 
like an arrow, the long arms wound themselves 
tightly around the sophomore's legs, just above 
the knees, and the enemy fell heavily, — a vic- 
tim to a prettier tackle than was ever seen on a 
Cornell football field. As they lay together, 
the butcher, who had retreated in dismay to his 
shop-door, saw Little Tyler's hand reach out 
and pick up a piece of canvas that the sopho- 
more had dropped in his fall. He wondered 
what it all meant. He was still wondering, 
when the crowd of freshmen swept up and 
surrounded the pair with an unassailable circle, 
ten deep. The rush was won. 

When Little Tyler opened his eyes, he was 
in the centre of a vast crowd of friendly faces. 
The air was splitting with howls and cheers. 
Men were dancing in each other's arms and 
yelling their lungs out, and above the most 

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frantic of all the cries the name of Tylei 
crashed with a yell that set the window-panes 
of the corner grocery rattling with fright. The 
men were going wild with joy, and, what was 
more surprising, the sophomores themselves 
were booming out their own class yell, and 
following it with his name. Some one yelled, 
"What's the matter with Tyler?" and the 
crowd came back with a bellowing, " He 's all 
right! " that woke the sleeping echoes on the 
hillside and sent the fishes of Cayuga trem- 
bling to deeper water. Men of his class whom 
he had never even seen before climbed over 
each other's backs to grasp his hand. A crowd 
of the more thoughtless wanted to throw him 
on their shoulders. Juniors and seniors with 
moustaches came up to congratulate him, and 
his brain whirled . and his sight dimmed from 
the confusion and strangeness of it all. 

Then he understood. Then the fulness of it 

came over him, and he knew what it all meant. 

He knew that the flag and the rush were not the 

only things he had won. He knew that there 


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would be no more ignoring, no more leaving 
him out, — no more suspicion of his cowardice 
or lack of class spirit. All would be different. 
He would be in full fellowship, and, as he 
realized how much it all was to him, his heart 
fairly stood still for joy. What would that 
pain in his back ever amount to now? He 
could stand it were it twice — no, three times 
as bad. He had shown them. Now they knew. 
Now they believed. And they were yelling for 
— for him. For — liim — ! 

Torresdale knelt beside him, stanching the 
blood from a cut in his forehead with a 
sophomore's handkerchief, when the captain 
of the team pushed his way through the 

"Tyler," said he, in his same deep, heavy 
voice, " that was the nerviest tackle I have ever 
seen. Where did you learn it? " 

Torresdale bent down to his ear. 

"Little Tyler, old man," said he, "do you 
know that you have saved your class?" 

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Little Tyler looked up in their faces, started 
to speak — and then clasped the soiled, ragged 
bit of canvas more closely to his breast. 

"There 's class spirit for you, Torry!" said 
the captain of the team. 

"That 's not all. Pop," said Torresdale. 




Drill to-morrow afternoon will be at the usual time ; 
all officers and non-commissioned officers should be posted 
in Company Drill from par to par. The captains of all 
companies will report to me before drill, and receive in- 
structions for the sham-battle, to be fought on next Tues- 
day. Companies will line up as follows : 

A B C D 

E F G H 

WoLSEY R. Brainard, Commandant, 

'THHE next morning D Company, of the First 

-*- Battalion, was angry. 

Now at Cornell, drill, though a trifle below 
the standard set at West Point, is no idle dream. 
With the exception of physical wrecks, athletes, 
law-school men, and co-eds, every one in all the 
university must grind for four solid terms at the 
manual and marching movements. If a man, 
no matter who, snaps his fingers insolently in 
the face of the university, and loudly denounces 
the grind, saying that he came to college to 


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study, and not to be a tin soldier, he is more 
than likely to find at the end of his four years 
that his cards in the Registrar's office are marked, 
1 Drill and 2 Drill 0, which means that the 
university politely, but firmly, refuses to grad- 
uate him. This is, of course, a nuisance. On 
the other hand, if a man drills quietly, and 
without making a fuss, the university is so 
grateful that it allows him three cuts each term, 
and a leniency touching the matter of sick 
excuses; and after two years of drill he is 
given, as a reward, the right to demand a com- 
mission, and to become a lieutenant with white 
stripes on his trousers. Some men ask for their 
commissions because they are anxious to taste 
authority, and some because they genuinely like 
to drill. Most of them, however, sell their 
uniforms to freshmen, and consider themselves 
lucky. This commission is freely given, that 
the companies may have upper-class officers. 

In the fall term of each year, there are always 
a great many freshmen wandering around un- 
tied, who have never drilled, and who, conse- 


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quently, carry arms with the trigger in, and 
order with one hand over the muzzle. These, 
and many other things, must be corrected; so 
the junior and senior officers, and the ambitious 
sophomores who are competing for "non-coms," 
take squads of such people and teach them 
their setting-up exercises, facings, manual and 
marching movements. Generally, after they 
have gone through three squad drills, they are 
sure of their own perfection, and want imme- 
diate assignments to the older companies. In 
time, some are transferred, and the rest are 
shuffled and cut once, that there may be no 
unfairness, and divided into four companies. 
This forms the second battalion. After this, 
they learn company drill, and frequently exe- 
cute fours right and fours left at the same time, 
and sulkily blame their officers for the confu- 
sion. Later in the year, they learn better, and 
are taken up in front of Sage, or across the road 
from the armory; and sometimes, when the 
band makes fearfully-constructed discords in 
the ball cage, they try to keep step jerkily* 

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At the end of the fall term, they manage to 
make a fairly decent showing; in the winter 
they talk about it; and when the spring comes, 
they entirely forget that the first battalion has 
had sixteen months more experience, and they 
become quite arrogant and cocky, which is 
usually the beginning of their downfall. I 
know of but one cocky freshman who succeeded, 
and he was " busted " at the end of his first term. 
He only carried ten hours, and flunked in 
English 1 under Krunts, — though that has n't 
anything to do with this story. 

Now in the spring term of every year there is 
a sham-battle. This is the only thing worth 
drilling for, and is quite exciting. Townspeople, 
co-eds, and professors stand and watch it with 
their fingers in their ears ; while hordes of stu- 
dents madly fire blank cartridges at each other, 
and die at appointed places, — generally where a 
lucky friend who does not have to drill is wait- 
ing with a drink, for it is hard work. It is 
quite like a regular battle. Officers in slouch 
hats and leggings ride around the field, gal- 

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lantly waving edgeless swords, and yelling 
hoarse orders that no one hears. Men lie fiat 
on their stomachs, and aim at the whites of 
each other's eyes. The band plays; the artillery 
roars ; and there are charges and counter-charges 
galore. After every one is quite tired, some 
of the captains and majors and the colonel get 
together behind a stump and consult their pro- 
grammes and the library clock, to see if it is 
time to do anything more, — to charge, or re- 
treat, or anything. If it is, they go and do it 
very fiercely; if it is not, they also go and do it 
very fiercely, — so that either way every one is 

It is customary in this engagement that the 
newer companies shall be defeated. This prece- 
dent had been established years before in the 
days of the first sham-battle, for it was good 
that the under-classes should be kept down. It 
is now an upper-class right, along with frock 
coats, high hats, and the upper-class table at 
Pat's. As it had passed unscathed through 
the rigid rule inspection of three detached army 

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lieutenants, it had become fully recognized by 
the university, and not even the defeated under- 
classes thought of questioning its absolute just- 
ness. This itself is a great deal. 

But the coming of Lieutenant Brainard, 
U. S. A., and the cockiness of Company F, had 
this year turned things upside down, and the 
whole university was staring and laughing. 
The battle was scheduled for the following 
Tuesday, and D Company, the flower of the 
whole regiment, had been chosen to be among 
the attacking forces, and to be disgracefully 
repulsed, with loss. The blow had fallen sud- 
denly, and for a while men's minds were not 
thinking. That D Company, whose drill was 
a thing to watch, and whose rank and file were 
almost, to a man, busted upper-classmen, should 
be called upon to suffer ignominious defeat at 
the hands of Company F, a mob of half-drilled, 
undisciplined sophomores and freshmen com- 
manded by a farmer from the Agricultural 
School, was unheard of, and a double insult to 
tradition and D Company. Men at first went 


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around with dazed smiles and uncertain looks, 
not knowing what would happen next. Then 
there came a revulsion of feeling; and though 
the upper-classes felt insulted, they were ready 
to laugh at D, in case defeat should come. 
This is the way men do sometimes. F was 
already laughing. 

That the order would not be recalled, all well 
knew, for Brainard was a martinet, and suffered 
no protests. There was no relief. On Tuesday 
afternoon they should be disgraced. Wednes- 
day morning the tale would be in every one's 
mouth. By Thursday it would be history, and 
Friday night beer would be bought. 

In a hopeless way Fordyce, the captain, had 
called on the commandant and asked that they 
might be spared. He pointed out that D Com- 
pany were older men who, though compelled 
to drill by an unfeeling university, should not, 
in his humble opinion, be subjected to further 
humiliation. He expatiated on the general good 
behavior of the men, and said that all felt very 
strongly about it, and that he thought, with all 

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deference to the commandant, that the corps, as 
a whole, would make a much better showing 
if D Company should exchange positions with 
another of the line companies, or even with 
Company F. Lieutenant Brainard, U. S. A., 
showed his teeth, and asked questions. Then 
he said, sternly, that under no conditions would 
the order or position of companies be changed; 
and Fordyce came back to his men and said, 
bitterly, that tliey were all fools not to have 
drilled in their first two years, and that he 
hoped now that some of them who had been 
coming to drill with tan shoes, no gloves, and 
some other fellow's trousers, would see what 
they had done for the company and for him. 
He was very sarcastic, and the men listened 
meekly, with eyes correctly to the front, until 
he gave a savage, " Sergeant, dismiss the com- 
pany ! " and walked away. Then every one ran 
for the gunracks without waiting for the com- 
mand, for Puggy Workman was first sergeant, 
and he never used to say anything but, " Skip, 
fellows," as soon as Fordyce 's back was turned. 

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Since things are as they are, it is not re- 
markable that upper-class privates hold them- 
selves far above their rank companions of lesser 
college age, nor is it strange that D Company 
should feel insulted. 

The men reasoned thus : We have four years 
in which to complete our two years of drill. 
We have a right to choose in which two of 
those years we shall drill. We have chosen; 
and because we have merely exercised our right, 
it is rubbed into us by a cheap -skate army 

It was no wonder the men were angry, and 
lingered in groups, discussing ways and means 
of avoiding the affront to their customs, their 
company, and themselves. It was no wonder 
that the ill-concealed smiles of Company F, and 
the open guying of a lot of law-school men, set 
the stragglers of Company D, who were pour- 
ing singly, and in twos and threes, through the 
gym. door, wild with an insatiable desire for 
revenge. D Company did not deserve it; their 
behavior had been exemplary, their marching 
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worth watching. Their fours were complete at 
almost every drill. Their officers were efficient. 
Fordyce had been six years at Shattuck before 
entering college. Allerton had been a sergeant 
in the Pennsylvania National Guards. Bug 
Fulton had ranked them all at one time, but, 
being too lazy to work, had fallen to his first 
lieutenancy. Puggy Workman, Monk Cuth- 
bert, Blake, and Johnson were the sergeants, 
and all the rest were picked from the cream of 
the unfortunates who had not drilled in their 
first two years. Moreover, they were all rep- 
resentative men, holding honors among their 
classmates. Fordyce was Senior President; 
Allerton was Sigma Xi; Bug Fulton was Senior 
Toast-master; and Puggy and Tommy Easton 
were on the Junior Ball Committee. There 
were few among them whose popularity could 
not stand alone. 

Puggy and Johnson, hot with wrath and 
glum with impotency, were strolling arm in 
arm to dinner. The chimes were ringing 

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softly; the spring twilight was touching all 
the earth with restfulness; low over the lake 
hung just the faintest suggestion of a pointed, 
silvery moon, — and Puggy and Johnson were 

"I can't understand it," Johnson was saying 
earnestly. "Why should Company D, of all 
companies, be singled out for this insult? 
What is Brainard's game ? He ought to know 
enough about the men in D to know that they 
won't stand it." 

" It 's easy enough, " explained Puggy, bitterly. 
"It isn't Brainard as much as it is Sawyer and 
his gang of babies. Sawyer did n't like the idea 
of his dear freshmen being beaten, so he has 
gone to Brainard. Now, Brainard 's on crutches, 
and F think they have a good thing in us. 
We 've got to do something. If we let our- 
selves be calmly pushed aside for under-classes, 
there won't be any living with them. It 's bad 
enough as it is." 

" The trouble is, " said Johnson, " that we can't 
disregard orders and charge F anyway, and 


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Brainard knows it. A year ago we could have 
done that. Now we have too many graduations 
at stake." 

"You're right," admitted Puggy, gloomily; 
"but something must be done." 

" It will, " replied Johnson, confidently. " Did 
you ever know our crowd of fellows to let them- 
selves be run over? " 

" We might kill Brainard, " suggested Puggy, 
savagely, "or we might thumbstring Sawyer." 

"And we might be idiots," smiled Johnson, 
sourly, "but we are not. Talk sense, or shut 

" Who is that on the bridge throwing stones ? " 
asked Puggy. 

Johnson looked up. "Blake and Tommy 
Easton," he replied, after a moment. "Wonder 
where they were ! " 

"They were n't at drill." 

"No, I noticed. Yeaa, Tommy! Yeaa, 

The figures on the bridge waved their hands 
and resumed their target practice. As Johnson 

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and Puggy approached, Blake staggered to the 
railing with a stone half as large as his head, 
heaved it over with a grunt, and peered eagerly 
after it. " Smashed it that time, Tom," he said. 
"Gosh, look at the hole! Hello, fellows, did 
you see that shot?" 

"Darn your shots," said Johnson. "What 
do you think of the situation ? " 

"Don't know what you are talking about," 
replied Blake; "but both you lads look as 
though you had been struck in the face with 
melons. Who 's dead ? " 

" Have n't you heard ? " gasped Puggy ; " where 
were you two fellows to-day ? " 

"Cut," said Tommy, briefly. "Elmira, last 
night. Awful time. You don't happen to have 
any ice water in your pocket, do you? " 

Then Puggy explained, with Johnson at his 
back to help him. As the tale was unfolded, 
Blake and Tommy swore picturesquely. 

"But won't Brainard change it?" asked 

"You might ask him," said Johnson, wither- 

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ingly. " Jack Fordyce jollied him for over half 
an hour to-day, while Bug Fulton took the Com- 
pany. I believe Brainard told him to go to 
thunder, or something like that." 

"Jack's all cut up about it, too," added 
Puggy. " He came back and called us all fools, 
and nearly bit my head off when he told me to 

"Well, I don't blame him," replied Blake, 
warmly. "Jack Fordyce has worked hard 
enough over our gang of loafers; and I, for 
one, think it a mighty mean trick of Brainard's. 
Why can't he let things alone, instead of med- 
dling with affairs that don't concern him I By 
Jove, we won't do it! We must do something," 
and he glowered savagely at a co-ed across the 

"Let's all get together on it," suggested 
Johnson. "There are four of us here, and 
we '11 get Bug Fulton." 

" Over in your rooms ? " asked Blake. 

"No, yours. I 've a freshman." 

"All right, here 's Bug now. Hi, Bug I" 

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Robert Quarrier Fulton, commonly known by 
the somewhat less elegant, but shorter name of 
Bug, came across the street, savagely kicking 
up all the dust within his reach. One could 
see that his temper was ruffled. He was a tall, 
raw-boned Kentuckian, with an unreproducible 

" You fellows are dandies, I must say," he said 
contemptuously. " What do you want? " 

"We want you, you skinny Whiskian," said 
Blake, soothingly. "We want you and your 
absolutely unswerving support in a time of need. 
We are going to get out of this hole. Are you 
in? It may mean trouble." 

"Am I in?" said Bug, scornfully, though 
with glee in his eyes at the possibility of a fight. 
"Ask me? What is it?" 

"We don't know yet," answered Blake. 
" Fellows here are coming to my rooms to-night 
and think. Be there. I 'm going to eat. So 
long, fellows. Come on, Johnson!" Blake 
had a way of breaking off a conversation very 
abruptly when he was tired, and no one thought 

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anything about it as he and Johnson sauntered 
away. Only Puggy yelled after him, "We '11 
be there. Half -past seven! " and Blake waved 
his hand, without turning around to show that 
they had heard. 

The four remained leaning over the railing 
and talking until the big bell on the campus 
struck half -past six. Then they bent their backs 
and walked on up the hill. 

At dinner they met Torresdale, who had 
never drilled, having always been excused on 
account of football and crew work. He laughed 
as they came in. " How well trained are you 
for your run Tuesday? " he asked. 

"Never you mind," said Bug. "You 're not 
doing it." 

"I can see your finish, Puggy," continued 
Torresdale, teasingly. "Any one with your 
wind, too ! " 

" See here, you great big, good-looking thing ! " 
said Puggy, good-naturedly, " I '11 bet you sodas 
we take that artillery." 

"Crowd?" asked Torresdale. 

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"No, you and I." 

"Done," said Torresdale, and the two shook 

"You 're just that much poorer, Torresdale," 
said Tommy. " Want to do it again ? " 

" Thanks, but I don't care to write home for 
more money. That would break me if I lost. 
Wait till next Tuesday. You'll see," and he 
clattered up the stairs, chuckling. A minute 
later his classmates heard him howling, " Who 
wants to bat out fliyies? Ay, there, Billy 
Wilbur, come ahead! " 

Shortly afterwards the three fellows heaved 
simultaneous sighs, and rose heavily with lighted 
pipes. On their way to Blake's rooms they met 
the Freshman who boarded at Cascadilla. The 
Freshman had been at a military prep, school, 
and on account of his excellence in drill there 
attained had been honored by membership in 
Company D. When he heard what was up, he 
eagerly joined the party, and four strong they 
swept in on Blake. 

For a long time they sat and smoked and 

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thought with wrinkled foreheads. Scheme after 
scheme was evolved and cast aside. Daring 
plots were made to steal Brainard, even as 
they once had stolen a freshman toastmaster. 
The Freshman was for putting jalap in Com- 
pany F's food. This was extremely fresh- 
manish, besides being impracticable. Puggy 
wanted to hire a lot of townies and muckers to 
shell the enemy with stones. Blake was anxious 
to adopt the Chinese mode of fighting, by hav- 
ing three or four men throw assafoetida and 
other ill-smelling things from the library tower. 
Tommy, in despair, thought it best to charge, 
and, when the arraignment for disobedience 
came, to pretend the orders had been misunder- 
stood. They had almost reached the end of 
their rope, and had settled down to the clenched- 
teeth, by-Jove-we-will-find-a-scheme way of 
thinking before there were any results. Now 
every one knows that for results this is the best 
stage one can possibly attain, and ten minutes 
had not passed before Bug Fulton brought his 
fist down on the table with a bang that meant 

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business, and set the student lamps and the 
window-panes danciifg. 

" Whoop ! " he yelled, " I ' ve got it ! I ' ve got 
it ! By Jove, fellows, Company F will be the 
sickest gang of farmers Tuesday night you ever 
saw. I — oh — eee — wow — wow, " and he 
went into gale after gale of laughter. In a 
flash Puggy seized him around the neck, Tommy 
pulled his feet out, and, as he fell, Blake sat 
heavily on his head and hammered his back, ad- 
juring him to stop laughing, and tell them. 
The Freshman smiled uncertainly at this sacri- 
legious treatment of a senior. Bug gasped and 
choked. "Let up, Puggy," he gurgled; "you 
are choking me." 

Puggy took his arm away, and Bug went off 
into another fit of laughter. When they had 
pounded him again to silence, he sat up weakly, 
and told his plan ; and, truly, it was simple, as 
he told it. D Company should not only cap- 
ture the heights, but should also hold them, 
and their flag should wave victoriously over the 
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It was glorious. No one should get into 
trouble; no one should disobey orders; and F 
Company should run like frightened sheep. 
The battle should go down to subs, sub-subs, 
and subs yet unborn, as The Stand of The 
Upper-classmen, and it should show the futility 
of further foolishness. The name of Company 
D should ring through the future as the up- 
holder of precedent and custom. It was cer- 
tainly glorious. 

When the first enthusiasm had worn away, 
Blake suggested that they take off their coats, 
fill fresh pipes, and discuss the details of the 
scheme. Bug, as it was his idea, lawfully 
assumed command. 

"Tommy," said he to Easton, "I want you 
and Puggy to see and sound every man in D 
Company before next Friday. Take the roster 
and go personally to each man. Report to me 
before drill. You can divide up the work as 
you choose." 

Puggy and Tommy nodded. 

Bug went on, " The Freshman must find out 

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how many men in Company F keep their uni- 
forms in the gym. lockers, and he must also 
learn the numbers of those lockers. That will 
not be hard, for most of Company F are in his 
class. If he needs help, I will detail our other 
two freshmen to assist him." 

"Don't need them," said the Freshman, 

"All right; only be careful. Don't let them 
get on. Report to me with the lists as soon as 
you can, for stealing the combinations from 
Doc. Fitchfield's office won't be any easy job. 
However, I will do that; and I wish, Johnson, 
that you would see Fordyce and Allerton, and 
tell them not to come to drill Friday. There 
is no use in more than one man's losing his 
commission. Blake, I want you to make what- 
ever arrangements about the farm that you can. 
See that the covers are all shut down on Mon- 
day night, and be sure that you know the exact 
location of every box. There is apt to be 
trouble if you don't, you know," and Bug 
smiled grimly. 


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"I 'm on," said Blake; "don't worry." 

" Every one must have these informations by 
Friday, at four-forty-five, remember," continued 
Fulton, impressively, "and there mustn't be a 
hitch anywhere." 

" Gosh, I would n't be that jay captain for 
love," grinned Johnson. 

"Thank goodness, it is settled," said the 
Freshman, timidly; and every one smoked 
softly for a few minutes. A group of students 
strolled by under the window, talking, and the 
five conspirators looked at each other and 
grinned. The captain and first lieutenant of 
Company F had been among them. They had 
heard him laugh, and they were all thinking the 
same thing. The minutes stole away in smoke 
clouds. Soon Tommy brought his feet from 
the table to the floor, and there followed a 
yawn or two, and a general knocking out of 
pipes. Then Johnson arose. " I 'm sleepier 
than a lecture on the gas engine," he announced; 
"come to bed, fellows." The others rose. 

"Friday afternoon, then," said Bug, and with 

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good-nights the four rattled down the stairway, 
and, locking arms, swung up the street, musically 
bellowing, — 

" One-two, three-four, all fall in line ; 
To the tune of our Pro-o-fs we'll keep strict in time ; " 

while Blake, not to be outdone, roared defiance 
through a tin horn, as he leaned far out of the 

When on the following Friday the last call 
was sounded, and Puggy Workman, resplendent 
in new cotton gloves and a real shirt, barked a 
gruff, "Company D, fall in! Right shoulder — 
grwow! " there was not one man on the com- 
pany's roster whose piece did not come ringing 
to the order as his name was called. Only 
Fordyce and Allerton were missing, and Bug 
reported to the commandant and took charge. 
Puggy and Tommy had done their work 

Company F had not yet formed. Their 
officers were late, as usual; and, as D rattled 
by them at double time, they were greeted by 
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"Getting in practice for Tuesday?" yelled a 

"You little fool," said Cuthbert, in his 
throat, "your skin won't be so white by Tues- 
day night," and they swept on savagely. In a 
moment they had turned into Central Avenue, 
and a " Column half right " and a " Quick time, 
march," ringing from the front, faced them 
toward the campus, at a long swinging step. 
Bug was taking them back of the library to the 
field of the following Tuesday's engagement. 
Bug was foxy, and well knew the value of his 
step. The criminal who sees his gallows real 
izes more thoroughly his coming disgrace. 

There would not be much drill for D Com- 
pany this day. There was too much to be said 
and decided. Outside of the conspirators, none 
of the men knew what was up, further than 
that their reputations were in some way to be 

Bug Fulton, marching by Puggy's side, 
chuckled, as he turned and said, "That fresh- 
man and the rest of F did us a good turn down 

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by the armory. Some of the men need to be 
just a little madder." 

" We '11 get up another small demonstration, 
just to clinch things, when we go back, " replied 
Puggy, out of the comer of his mouth. 

"Right!" said Bug. "Guide is left, men! 
Blake says the boxes are all right. Twelve of 
them — all full." 

" Holy smoke ! " grinned Puggy, as his imag- 
ination worked. 

"Fordyce and Allerton never said a word 
either. They are all right." 

"Are they on?" 

" To some extent, of course ; but — s-s -steady ! 
No talking in ranks ! " for the men were getting 

"How about the Kid?" asked Puggy, after 
saying Hip -Hip-Hip for a few minutes. 

" Got 'em all except two. He 's a good 

"And you?" 

"Sunday — can't do it on week days. Flan- 
nigan 's there. Here we are. Column right* 

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Haah!" and the file turned at right angles 
across the grass between Morrill and McGraw. 
They went a few rods further, into the shade of 
some trees, and then fours right, halt, and rest 
followed each other rapidly. The men sat and 
sprawled over the green grass and waited for 
news. Bug let them wait until he believed 
every man as he would have him. Then he 
began speaking. 

"Men," he said, "you all know the orders 
that Lieutenant Brainard has seen fit to give 
concerning this term's sham-battle. You all 
know by this time that we, Company D, of the 
First Battalion, and almost all upper -classmen, 
have been chosen to bear the disgrace of being 
the first old company in the history of Cornell 
to be defeated by a lot of freshmen and farmers. 
Let me point out to you our places next 
Tuesday. Company F holds the keystone posi- 
tion, — there, yonder, in that row of trees and 
bushes on the hill. Two of the other defensive 
companies flank F on either side, with one as 
a reserve in the rear. A, B, C, and D are 

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down in the hollow, just behind the library. 
We are to advance by companies, and we hold 
the colors. A and B charge G and H ; E, the 
reserve, charges to meet B ; but C comes in on 
their left flank, and stops their game. Then 
E, G, and H are to surrender. We, the color 
company, and the best of the lot, have orders 
to charge and be disgracefully beaten, losing 
over three-quarters of our men, and finally giv- 
ing up our arms and colors to a gang of freshies, 
sophs, and farmers commanded by a yahoo whose 
main study here has been 'Jones on Manure.' 
Have you heard the jeers and gibes that Com- 
pany F have been throwing at us ever since the 
orders went out? Have you heard that Brown, 
their first sergeant, told Jack Fordyce, who has 
worked like a horse over this company, and 
who is all broke up over this business, that he 
ought to be glad the defence was held by F, as 
his set of muckers didn't know how to hold a 
gun yet ? Have you heard that Porter, another 
of their hay-gatherers, told AUerton that all we 
were good for was breaking stone ? [Bug had 


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not heard any of these things, but he knew his 
business.] Did you hear them horse us as we 
passed to-day? 

"Now the question is, shall we or shall we 
not submit to Lieutenant Brainard's stepping in 
here, fresh from West Point, and upsetting our 
old and settled customs? Shall we let our 
colors and our company become the sport of 
the whole college? If you say yes, well and 
good ; but your officers will be ashamed of you. 
If you say no, I will show you a way in which 
you can, without disobeying one single order, 
or losing any chance of graduating, completely 
annihilate Company F, and stand victorious and 
avenged on the top of that hill. Company i), 
attention I " The men scrambled to their feet, 
and stood like statues. Then Bug's voice rang 
out again over the two flushed and eager lines. 
"I want every man who will stand by Jack 
Fordyce and D Company to advance two 

The two lines took a deep, savage breath, 
swayed, and, as one man, stepped twice for- 


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ward. Bug and Puggy beamed, and the for- 
mer's voice, husky with loud speaking, still 
rang triumphantly as he thanked the men. 

"Now," Bug went on more coolly, "I want 
to tell you the scheme. The sergeant will call 
the roll again, and I want each man to answer 
to his name, and state the number of cuts he 
has had this term." 

The call commenced, and from Allen to 
Zimmerman, but three men had taken their 
allowance. These were Blake, Tommy Easton, 
and Puggy. 

"Now, men, the idea is this," began Bug 
again. "You are each allowed three cuts. 
That right is yours, and is inalienable. You 
can take them when you wish, and — there are 
only three of you wJw need drill next Tuesday, 
I — " but the men had caught the idea, and, 
despite all discipline, a yell went up from the 
ranks that Company E, half a mile away, heard 
and wondered at. Men laughed and danced, 
and flung their hats in the air, for it had been a 
terribly narrow escape. Some private proposed 

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three cheers for Fulton, and fifty strong young 
voices roared, "Hip-Yeaaa!" three times, with 
a Fulton at the end loud enough to shake the 
library windows. Bug blushed, and Puggy 
smiled benevolently. Cheers followed for For- 
dyce, and Allerton, and Company D. Then 
they started on the non-coms and privates, and 
would probably have been yelling yet, if Puggy 
had not reminded Bug that Brainard would 
probably be out on the war path if it was not 
stopped. Bug wiped the perspiration from his 
face, and brought them, grinning, to attention. 
Then he commanded silence, very sternly, and 
the men twisted their faces straight. Only 
here and there, in the quiet following noise, the 
sounds a man makes when he laughs out and 
stops suddenly popped all along the lines like 
the last firecrackers in a bunch. In a few 
moments there was silence again, and Bug 
continued : — 

"There are some further details in this 
scheme, by which we hope to teach Company 
F a lesson, and place them where they belong. 

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We want volunteers." Without waiting for the 
word, the whole company stepped two paces 
forward, laughing. 

"I 'm sorry," observed Bug, "that we can't 
use you all. Thirty men is all we shall need, 
— I should like to have those men, and only 
those, who are particularly anxious to serve." 

Again the company trailed arms and advanced 
two paces. This was contagious, and Bug 

"Take them all, and divide them up," whis- 
pered Puggy; so Bug did, and detailed ten to 
the Freshman, twenty to Blake, and kept 
twenty. He explained to them that they were 
to follow their leaders implicitly, and that the 
reason a freshman had been placed in charge of 
one detachment was that he knew the details 
of the plans, and had already partially worked 
one of them out. No one demurred. This is 
one advantage of being a good freshman. It 
was an-anged that the first detachment should 
report to the Freshman at ten o'clock, Monday 
night, in the gully back of the engine-room. 


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The Freshman would tell them what to do when 
they got there. The second detachment should 
report to Puggy at the Stewart Avenue entrance 
to the cemetery. The rest were to meet Bug 
back of the library. The first line of "Alma 
Mater " was agreed on as a signal, and it should 
be answered by the second. They were cau- 
tioned not to use any lights, and to make no 
noise, and, above all, to say absolutely nothing 
in reply to the sneers of Company F or any one 
else. This was the hardest thing they had to 
do, but it was necessary. 

People remarked that day on the swing and 
life that Company D put into their march and 
manual, as they came down the road at the 
recall. Lieutenant Brainard saw them, and, as 
they thundered up South Avenue at double 
time, turned on the grass, and halted together, 
with the precision of a veteran company, he bit 
his lip, and began to wonder a little if he had 
not made a mistake. 

The Colonel of the regiment came up. He 
was a tall, handsome fellow, with blue eyes and 


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a brown skin ; and, saluting, he asked what that 
noise had been up on the campus where Com- 
pany D had been drilling. Bug returned the 
salute, and replied that he believed that Casca- 
dilla played Ithaca High School at baseball up 
there somewhere. Then the Colonel saluted, 
and Bug saluted, and the Colonel went away. 

The other companies were coming in at double 
time, turning, obliquing, and taking their old 
positions. Hoarse commands followed each 
other in rapid succession, and the ring of the 
pieces coming to order mingled with the rattle 
of the bayonets fixing. Finally, all was quiet, 
and Lieutenant Wolsey R. Brainard, U. S. A., 
and Commandant of the Cornell University 
Corps of Cadets, stepped forth, flanked by the 
Colonel and the Adjutant, and made his formal 
announcement of the coming battle. It was a 
long thing, starting with, ^' Attention ! '^ and 
ending with, " Dismiss your companies ; " and 
while it was being given Company D glared 
across the grass into the face of Company F, 
and Lieutenant Fulton, standing stiffly in front 

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of his own command, winked solemnly at its 
captain, Sawyer. Company F and Captain 
Sawyer smiled amiably, but with concealed 
malice ; and by the time this was done, the rest 
of the two battalions were madly shouting, 
whooping, yelling, and struggling in a white- 
helmeted, cartridge-belted, bayoneted mass at 
the side-door of the armory. Five minutes 
more, and Bug, Puggy, Tommy, Blake, John- 
son, Cuthbert, and the Freshman were tear- 
ing dinner-wards with surprising speed and 

If any one had chanced to pass along the car 
tracks, just behind the university engine-house, 
at about ten o'clock on the evening of May 19, 
189-, and if any one had stopped and listened 
very intenilj'-, a few subdued voices might have 
been heard; but that would have been all. 
Later, if any one had thought to go quietly to 
the little ground windows of the bowling alley, 
they might have seen lights moving here and 
there, and lockers being softly opened. The 

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Freshman was doing his duty, and doing it 

Meanwhile Blake, with twenty men, good 
and true, was doing a noiseless, double-time 
across the cemetery and up South Avenue. 
As they reached East they halted, and were 
ordered to separate, and proceed singly to the 
rear of the largest university barn, for a great 
many professors live on East Avenue, and pro- 
fessors rampant are not good, things. In whis- 
pers, it was decided that if any man were not 
there by eleven o'clock he should return, as 
best he might, to where Bug Fulton and his 
twenty men should be. If he were lost from 
all the rest, he should whistle, but only in case 
he was lost, as the signal might attract atten- 
tion. Then, in a dead silence, Blake gave the 
whistle, and Bug Fulton, up behind the library, 
answered, which meant, "All 's well — hurry." 

It had been agreed that three-quarters of an 

hour after this signal the three forces, with 

their work accomplished, should meet behind 

the library and put the finishing touches to 


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their labors. Meanwhile, Bug was to post a 
double line of sentinels, — one reaching toward 
the farm, and the other toward the armory, — to 
keep watch on any stragglers who might be 
coming up or down the campus at that time of 
night. Bug himself, with Cuthbert, remained 
in hiding, back of the library, on the hill that 
Company F was to occupy the next day. If 
anything went wrong, or if help was needed, 
either by the Freshman or by Blake, a report 
was to be made to the nearest sentinel, who, in 
turn, should bear it, with all possible haste, to 
Bug. It had been rumored that Company F 
had been acting suspiciously, and a surprise 
was feared. 

The two watchers waited in silence. There 
was no moon, and the night was black as ink. 
The figure of the first and nearest sentry, which 
had been dimly outlined against the horizon, 
was swallowed from view, and even the college 
buildings looked like indistinct blurs and patches 
of darker black on black. High up in the phys- 
iological lecture-room of McGraw Hall one little 

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light shone forth. The assistant was doubtless 
correcting examination papers. 

Cuthbert turned and looked at the lights of 
the town and of West Hill. Out on the lake 
they both heard the chug-chug of a steam canal- 
boat towing a string of barges to Cayuga. Bug 
yawned, and, putting his head under Cuthbert's 
coat, lit his pipe, in direct violation of his own 
orders. Cuthbert did the same thing, using 
Bug's coat, and they sat for a long time in 
absolute silence. 

The clock chimed a quarter to eleven; and 
as the last tones died, they heard the sound of 
voices far away. "Hark!" whispered Bug, 
and they listened. 

"That can't be Blake; it's too early," said 

Just then a sentry dashed up, out of breath. 
"Party of men coming up Central Avenue," 
he gasped. "They refuse the signal." Bug 
started up. 

"Go back and find out who they are, and 
report at once ! Pass the word to the others to 


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keep the strictest lookout. Cuth, go and tell 
the first of the farm sentries the same thing," 
said Bug, quickly. " You '11 find him at the 
first door of White. Hurry back! " and the 
sentry went one way, and Cuthbert another. 

Bug, left alone, swore silently, and bit through 
the stem of his pipe. 

Cuthbert returned first. "I told him," he 
panted; "everything has been quiet up there." 

"We didn't imagine any row could come 
from that side, anyway," mused Bug. "But 
this Central Avenue gang — you '11 have to go 
over there and investigate, too, Cuth. I 'm 
sorry, but — " 

"Wait," said Cuthbert. The first sentry 
came tumbling back. "It's all right," he 
puffed, and sat down on the ground. "The 
Freshman," he added. 

" Of course! " said Cuthbert. 

Beyond the library the whistle echoed. The 
sentry answered dis jointedly ; and ten men, 
bearing twenty odd-looking bundles, swept, 

grinning, up the hill. 


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"You Indian," chuckled Cuthbert, "why the 
deuce didn't you answer us?" 

" Could n't, " breathed the Freshman. " We 'd 
just passed Prexy and the Dean. They eyed 

"What are all those," asked Bug, pointing to 
the black bundles. 

"Uniforms," said the Kid, nonchalantly. 
"All of them did not keep their belts in the 
lockers ; and I thought it best to make a good 
job of it." 

"You blessed Kid," whispered Bug, hoarsely. 
" What in the dickens shall we do with them ? 
Throw them down, fellows ; " and the twenty 
uniforms fell in a heap on the grass. 

"Looks like an old-clothes store," said 

"We '11 have to — Hello! " said Cuthbert. 
Off to the left a series of whistles was heard 
and answered, and the next minute a strange 
procession turned the corner of Morrill. Two 
by two they came, walking warily, with pale, 
white faces. Each two carried carefully, be- 

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tween them, a box about two feet square. 
As they slowly and gingerly picked their way 
down the hill, and up the other side, the 
watchers on the summit held their sides in 
ecstasies of laughter. Blake came first, carry- 
ing one box all alone. He stumbled once, and 
the beads of cold perspiration broke out on his 
forehead and ran down to his chin. Puggy and 
Van Cleef followed, looking scared to death, 
and behind them came the rest, all blue with 

" Jove ! " said Blake, with twitching lips, 
"I wouldn't do that again for money," and 
he tenderly set down his burden and wiped 
his brow. The others followed, and every 
man sighed, with a sigh not wholly of physi- 
cal relief, and went as far away from it as 

"You've no idea," said Puggy. "Seemed 
as if we carried those dod-gasted things five 
miles, and not knowing what minute we 'd 
be — Brrr ! ! " But the other thirty men were 
rolling with laughter. 


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"Any one hurt?" Bug asked between gasps. 

" Tommy and Ted Witherspoon are running 
yet, I guess," replied Puggy, mirthfully, now 
that he was safe. "They dropped their box." 
The crowd roared. 

At last, when things became quiet, Bug 
picked out places in the bushes where the ten 
boxes and the uniforms would be safely hidden. 
Then the sentry detail went to work, for the 
others would not touch them. After they had 
all been safely stowed away, they very gently 
took off the covers. After this every one felt 
better, and went home quite quickly. 

Now a day in summer is notably longer than 
a day in winter. Whether the hours stretch, 
or whether there are more of them, has not, 
I believe, been yet entirely decided, but it is 
certain that the day following D Company's 
night raid was longer than most. That is, it 
was long until drill commenced. After that, 
there was so much going on and off that the 
time passed quickly. 
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At about four o'clock, carriages, filled with 
people of every sort and variety, began to 
appear from somewliere and disappear campus- 
ward. After these came a horde of towns- 
people, some in rags, some in tags, and some 
who doubtless would have been in velvet 
gowns had it been fashionable at that time. 
Little muckers, eager to see the fight, crowded 
pompous old ladies and gentlemen who were 
anxious to view the evolutions. Young girls, 
with eyes fairly dancing with excitement, 
chattered among themselves or to their escorts, 
now and again recognizing, with many hurried 
remarks to their neighbors, the face of an officer 
or private among the men strolling from the 
different fraternity houses to the armory. 
Groups of students in red sweaters and pipes 
mixed here and there, and were fearfully 
admired and imitated at a distance by a group 
of Cascadilla school-boys. A crowd of seniors 
who did not like noise, and so would not go 
to the sham-battle, were knocking out flies on 
the green just west of the gym. and yelling, 


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" Let it go — " " That 's mine," " I — yi ! Pull 
'em out the ether ! " and many other remarks 
of a similar nature. Out in the middle of the 
dusty road, two dogs were playfully snapping 
at each other. It was easy to see that the 
battle would be interesting. 

In front of the armory, all was bustle and 
confusion. There seemed to be some trouble. 
The artillery was ready to start for the front, 
but something was delaying its support. Com- 
pany F. Only about half the company were 
there, and their captain wore an anxious, 
worried look as he talked earnestly with his 
lieutenant. Soon the lieutenant disappeared 
through the armory door. The artillery grew 
very impatient, and requested Company F to 
smoke up. Company F, being nervous, took 
offence, and things became a little unpleasant 
for a while. The captain fumed and lost his 
temper. In a few minutes the lieutenant ap- 
peared at the head of twenty wild-looking, 
dazed, and ununif ormed men — the rest of 
Company F. 


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" Why, you idiots ! " yelled the captain, 
" where are your uniforms ? " 

" Some one has stolen them," said a sergeant, 
sullenly saluting. He did not like to be called 

" Stolen them ! " echoed the captain, scorn- 
fully. "Walked right into your lockers and 
took them out ! I don't suppose they minded 
little things like double combinations. What 
in the deuce should any one want with your 
uniforms ? " 

" They might have been some townies who 
would have sold them," suggested the lieutenant, 

The captain turned on him. " You make me 
tired," he said, " B. Poore himself would n't give 
five dollars for ten of them. Those men are 
faking; they are afraid, afraid to buck Com- 
pany D, who have walked all over us for 
over a term. Bah ! Stolen ! " He turned to 
the troops. "You're good soldiers," he said, 
"it's a pity you can't drill and haven't any 
courage. You are — " what else they were 


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was never said, for word came from the front, 
through a panting orderly, that unless Company 
F was in position with the artillery within ten 
minutes, their place would be forfeited. The 
captain savagely ordered the unuuiformed men 
into the rear rank, and cursed pathetically, as 
the motley-looking angry set of freshmen stum- 
bled up the campus in front of the rattling gun 
battery. Captain Fordyce and Lieutenants Ful- 
ton and AUerton, with the remnants of D Com- 
pany, were already on the field. Puggy, as first 
sergeant, had promptly ordered Blake and Tom- 
my Easton to fall in, and as Bug told For- 
dyce that he knew positively that the rest of 
the men were going to cut, Fordyce smiled and 
marched his three musketeers to their position. 
Lieutenant Brainard had seen them, and went 
to inquire what all this farce meant. Fordyce 
looked him straight in the eye, and respectfully 
told him that at the last moment he had received 
word that the rest of the company proposed to 
cut rather than to be humiliated. Brainard 
chewed his moustache, and his face grew red 

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and white by turns. His impotency, and the 
knowledge that D Company had been too 
much for him, made him angry, but knowing 
how necessary it was, to him, that the battle 
should go off without any hitches or slow 
scene-changes, he told Fordyce to act as though 
he had the whole company back of him. He 
said it was necessary for each company to act 
as a unit, regardless of numbers. Bug knew 
this, and had included it in his calculations. 
Then the commandant went away, and the 
company grinned. Fordyce was beginning to 
feel better. 

Lieutenant Brainard had just settled down 
to being thoroughly angry, and had thought of 
all the cutting things he should have said, when 
Company F, with its smartly uniformed front 
rank, and its rag-tag and bob-tail rear, came 
straggling on the field. A howl of laughter 
went up from the crowd on the bank as the 
whole absurdity of the sight struck them. Men 
from D Company were scattered through the 
crowd, and took special pains to keep people 

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awake to the humor in the situation. The 
men in F were blushing. 

When Brainard, from the centre of the field, 
saw all this, through his glasses, he gasped with 
horror, lost his temper completely, and, walk- 
ing quickly to F's captain, asked him what this 
dashed foolishness meant. 

"I beg your pardon, sir," said he, hastily 
saluting, " but the men claim to have lost their 

" They do, do they ? " said Lieutenant Brain- 
ard, with his voice trembling, for his heart was 
hot within him, "then you tell those men to 
get out of the ranks and hunt for them. Send 
them home ! I won't have them around I You 
ought to have known better, sir, than to permit 
such a half-uniformed company to appear on 
the field. I presumed, when I gave this com- 
mand to you, that you were competent to hold 
it. You will report to me in my office to-night, 
Mr. Sawyer. I shall have something to say to 
you. Send those men home, and take your 
position ! Are we going to wait for your blun- 

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dering set of dolts all the afternoon ? Bear ranJc, 
fall out ! Get off the field ! Company, forward 
— march ! " and as the handful of men moved 
away shamefacedly, Captain Sawyer, with a face 
of fiery redness, saluted stiffly. The artillery 
laughed, and the crowd on the hillside gave, at 
Johnson's instigation, a rousing farewell jeer. 

Truly, it seemed as if D's revenge was com- 
plete. F had been held up to ridicule and 
shame before the whole college and town. The 
humiliation intended by them for Fordyce and 
his men had turned as a boomerang, and, hurtling 
backwards, had fallen with unforeseen effect 
into their own ranks. It was pitiful, but the 
worst was yet to come, the men of D remem- 

The battle had begun. Sawyer exhorted his 
twenty men to retrieve themselves; and the 
men, with set teeth and rage in their stomachs, 
smiled fiercely as they thought that, in spite of 
all, they should hold their position against their 
persecutors, and that to-morrow their turn would 
come, when, with twenty inexperienced men 

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they had defeated fifty picked veterans. It 
was not so bad after all, they said to each other 
amid the din and smoke. But where were those 
uniforms ? 

The two twenty-pounders bravely barked de- 
fiance from the hill-top, and the battery threw 
aside their coats for better action. Men darted 
from gun to caisson, carrying ammunition, and 
the spongers, dripping with perspiration, gasped 
as they ran to their guns at each discharge. 
Along the lines of defence, the officers were 
pacing, cautioning their commands to keep cool 
and to wait for the word. Orderlies ran here 
and there with messages, and peering through 
the gathering smoke to find their officers. The 
air was thick with the smell of powder. Only 
the attacking companies B and C were firing. 
The others were silent, waiting savagely until 
they should be closer. Not a wad should be 

Suddenly, far down in the hollows the glint 
of the afternoon sun struck on an officer's sword, 
as it flashed from its scabbard, and there went 

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up a mighty roar from the hillside, for Company 
A was advancing. The men, looking like a 
mere handful on the plain, ran a little distance 
over the rough ground and, dropping behind a 
grassy rise, poured two volleys into Company 
G, then, rising, ran breathless to the next eleva- 
tion. There was a deathly silence of ten 
seconds, and then one long sheet of flame burst 
with a roar of demons from the bushes on the 
right. G had broken silence. In the oncoming 
lines, some staggered and fell, shrieking. The 
ranks stopped, wavered an instant according to 
the programme, and swept on. An officer in 
the rear shouted something in a hoarse voice, 
and B followed A, firing on the right flank of 
H as they ran. Men dropped here and there, 
reeling, for H replied, firing by volleys and 
doing terrible execution, but the men stumbled 
on with a cheer until they dropped, breathless, 
by the side of their comrades of A for shelter. 
Behind them all, with D Company and the 
colors, the band was playing bravely. 

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fingered their triggers nervously. The music 
sent chills of excitement shooting up their 
spines, and the smell of the smoke made their 
fingers tingle. For the fifteenth time, Puggy 
Workman examined his gunlock and tested the 
working of the magazine, while the officers loos- 
ened their swords. Fordyce showed them the 
first resting place in their advance, and cautioned 
them to keep their heads. The men nodded 
without speaking, and felt the ground with 
their feet as a runner does in a race before 
the start. 

The firing grew slower, and the billows of 
smoke lay sluggishly over the plain. Suddenly 
the artillery ceased, turned, and like a flash of 
lightning began pouring gun after gun into B's 
front, as they lay in close order behind the hil- 
lock. B yelled and groaned and sprang to their 
feet with a howl of rage that rang loud above 
the popping of the small arms and the banging 
of the cannon. The dead men rolled to one side, 
to avoid being trampled upon, and the gaping 
ranks closed up and charged up the hill, laugh- 


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ing in the very teeth of G's steady, rapid vol- 
leys and the raking cross-fire from the battery. 
E company, lying in reserve with fifty men, 
none gone, swept out to meet them. In another 
half minute, B would have been literally blown 
to pieces, but almost as E sprang from their hill- 
top, Company C, which had crept up unnoticed 
in the confusion, burst like a hailstorm in the 
fog on the reserves' left flank. Not knowing 
whence this sudden onslaught came, they 
pressed backward fearfully. Crash after crash 
of well-trained volleys poured from less than 
twenty feet into their surprised, serried ranks. 
Men cursed and howled and groaned and groped 
their way through smoke so thick that their 
course two yards ahead could scarcely be seen. 
Guns, useless, were thrown away, and the two 
front ranks grappled hand to hand and, swerv- 
ing, gasped and choked while Company B, re- 
lieved, formed again and charged onward, their 
men, who should have been falling like wheat 
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Meanwhile Fordyce with his six men came at 
a dog trot to their first grassy hummock and, 
stopping an instant, fired a few times at Com- 
pany F, grinned happily, and raced on. No one 
seemed to pay much attention to them. Even 
F, their natural enemies, were using their might 
to aid in stemming the current of B's charge, 
and did not seem to see them. Not until they 
had arisen and had almost reached another spot 
of vantage ground, did any one in all that crowd 
on the hill seem to know them. Then suddenly 
Newton, standing with a knot of his classmates, 
gave a yell, and a moment later the crowd 
caught sight of them and, led by Newton, 
cheered with a mighty " Cornell, I yell, yell, 
yeU, Cornell ! D ! D ! D ! " 

The men heard it and chuckled, and Blake 
raised the colors from their leathern socket and 
waved them. Then the six dropped panting to 
the ground, and commenced again on F. Be- 
tween the volleys, Puggy spoke, " I wonder 
what the matter is ? '* 

" Give 'em time," said Tommy. " They 


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haven't waked yet. In a few minutes there 
will be worse yells than a T. N. E. swing." 

" I feel like the 'Drums of the Fore and Aft.' " 
grunted Blake, waving his flag furiously as the 
two rifles cracked at once. 

"Look, fellows," said Fordyce, pointing 
through a rift in the drifting smoke clouds, 
"G has struck her colors — she's surrendered, 
and to B, too." 

"Look at Barker's gang, scrapping with 
E ! " cried Blake, delightedly, the next minute. 
" Gosh ! see Darwin hit that dago." 

"H has already gone under," said Bug. 
" That leaves E yet, and the artillery. E will 
give up in a minute or two, and the others are 
likely to run at any moment now — unless all 
our plans are wrong. Their end approaches the 
second they begin to move around that clump 
of bushes. When we get by that pile of stones 
over there, and they see us, they will have 
to change position slightly to get a line on us. 
When that artillery shifts, some one is sure to 
hit one of those boxes, and they must be fairly 

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alive by this time. You '11 see. Let 's go on, 

"I'm due to die by this next bush," said 
Puggy, mournfully, as they ran on over the 
rough ground. " I 've half a mind not to. If 
I do, I '11 lose all the fun." 

" You die where you 're told to, Puggy," said 
AUerton, sternly. " You fellows have been in 
enough deviltry already. It will look a great 
deal better, and you will stand better chances of 
getting out without a bust, if you do as you 're 
told now." 

" Wait and die with me," suggested Tommy. 
" Johnson is going to be there with pipes and 
water, and we '11 watch the victory. No one 
will notice. It's just beyond this next tree 
here in the shade. Yeaaa! Johnson! See 
him?" Johnson waved his hand. 

" All right," said Puggy. " I suppose that 's 
all right, isn't it, AUerton? Might as well?" 
Allerton nodded. 

" Give Blake your gun before you go," said 
Fordyce, looking around. " Some one '5 got to 

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keep up the firing, you know. Allerton, you 
take the colors." Puggy and Tommy dropped 
dead with a sigh, and crawled over to Johnson 
and the water. Blake, whose heart had been 
yearning for a gun ever since the advance com- 
menced, began loading and firing with amazing 

" There goes E," cried Bug to Fordyce ; " I 
told you. ]!iow I Come on ! " 

" Hold on ! " ordered Fordyce, " who is 
commanding here? Steady. Wait until E 
gets out of the way, and then around to the 
right, so they will be forced to move to reach us. 
Yell as you run. Fire as often as you can, 
Blake, and, the rest of you, use both your 
revolvers. We 've got to make them see us 
soon. Wait ! Easy there, Blake — wait till — 
now — don't go too fast — give them time I 
Charge / " 

With a whoop of savage anticipation, the four 

men swept over the rising land and, turning, 

ran slightly to the east. Fordyce led, his sword 

in one hand and a fiercely snapping Colt in the 


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other. AUerton and Bug, with the flag and one 
revolver, were close seconds. Blake, having the 
heaviest load, brought up the rear, and, loading 
in a jolty, disjointed sort of way, poured shot 
after shot into the middle of Fordyce's back, 
and tore the air with blood-curdling cries. The 
crowd on the bank doubled up with laughter as 
the strange cavalcade came near. Even the 
staid old professors who had brought their 
wives smiled intellectually. Some of the 
blacksmith instructors went wild with joy, and 
a civil engineer became so excited that he 
clapped one of the assistants in chemistry on 
the shoulder, and swore hurriedly in Spanish. 
The sight was certainly most absurd, and Lieu- 
tenant Brainard, U. S. A., stood aghast. Four 
men with lolling tongues charging a battery 
and fifty was something quite unprecedented. 
Those next him heard him say things under his 
breath that he never would have said, had he 
remembered they were there. In a dazed way, 
he searched his memory for any mention of the 
regulations applicable in such a case, and for the 
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first time his faith in himself wavered. This 
was good. 

The next instant F caught sight of them, and 
Sawyer and the captain of the artillery gave a 
few quick orders. The men turned and, fol- 
lowed by the battery, raced across the hill, 
through the bushes, that they might form to 
charge when the time should come. As they 
hurried, some fell over square boxes that for 
some reason were hidden in the bushes. The 
two cannons in their race upset five, and the 
captain of the artillery, pausing a moment out 
of mere curiosity, was seen to rise quickly from 
his stooping position of investigation, and beat 
the air madly with his sabre, and, for some un- 
accountable reason, to turn back in the other 
direction. The men of F were loading with a 
viciousness that boded ill to the chuckling four 
in the hollow between the hills. Sawyer went 
from man to man, muttering, " Remember those 
uniforms, men," and each man scowled angrily 
and gripped his gun, while waiting for the word. 

The charging four had slackened their pace 

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somewhat. Fordyce had seen the preparations 
for the charge, and, not wishing to be surrounded 
by a company so vastly his superior in numbers, 
was holding back. 

The artillery began to load. F was waiting 
also. The watchers of D Company on the hill- 
side began to hold their breaths. 

" Heavens ! " said Newton, nervously, " I 
wish they 'd get to work. I 've been five min- 
utes ahead of a fit ever since they came across 
the hill." 

Suddenly one man in Company F was seen 
<jo drop his gun and wave his arms wildly. 
Another followed with a yell of pain. Then 
one took off his hat and began to brandish it 
up and down, in a manner totally inexplicable 
to the spectators. The others followed quickly, 
and the contagion spread to the artillery. Its 
captain, far away in safety on the hillside, with 
the crowd, chuckled wickedly as he saw it. 
Then there followed a ludicrous sight. Man 
after man threw his gun down and, dancing 
madly up and down, struck viciously around 

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him, now with his hehnet, now with his hands. 
Yells of pain, real pain tliis time, went up from 
over fifty voices. Men ran blindly for a few 
feet and, turning, struck madly at nothing. 
One man lay down on the ground and threw 
his coat over his head and hands. A moment 
later he fled, howling and limping. A peculiar 
buzzing sound filled his ears, and in half a 
second more the cry of " Bees ! Bees ! Run ! " 
reached the four men of D Company, who were 
by this time rolling and gasping on the grass. 

Panic-stricken F and the artillery, led by the 
doughty Sawyer, fled down the hill, followed 
by a cloud of bees that made the very air black. 
There were big bees and little bees and old 
bees and young bees, all flying, fighting, sting- 
ing mad, and after the blood of Company F, 
who had so presumptuously dared to disturb 
their rest. In vain F dodged and turned. In 
vain they beat the air. For every bee they 
crushed to earth a dozen rose again. Every 
ally that Blake and his companions had so 
gingerly and diplomatically brought from the 

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university farm was doing its full duty. The 
retreat, which never hnd shown the slightest 
indication of being mo^-e dignified than a flight, 
now became a wild, disgraceful, stumbling run. 
Some fled east, some west, and some north, and 
the bees, with infinite cunning, separated into 
three divisions and followed, until they reached 

Then the four heroes jogged leisurely to the 
hill and, capturing the enemy's standard, placed 
their own floating above the battery. The 
band, corralled by Puggy and Tommy, who had 
firmly refused to remain longer dead, marched 
up, bravely playing, " See the Conquering Hero 
Comes ! " and as the rest of the company who 
had cut joined the uniformed forces, a cheer 
went up from all the upper-classes that made 
the heavens tremble and the sun wince. 
Fordyce, Allerton, Bug, and Blake were thrown 
up shoulder high and by a dozen hands. Look- 
ing down on the sea of faces, each made a 
speech. Then the crowd joined hands and 
danced around them singing, — 

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" Fifty to four, fifty to four, 
Company F is very sore." 

This was Tommy Easton's composition, and 
he proudly led the chorus of voices. 

On the hill, near-sighted professors smiled 
with satisfaction, and with their heads together 
nodded grave approval. Never before had a 
panic and retreat been so well acted they said. 
The professor of military science should cer- 
tainly be congratulated. Hearing their enthu- 
siastic descriptions and praise, the President of 
the University, who had strolled down from his 
house just after the flight was over, walked up 
to the professor of military science and compli- 
mented him in a pleasant way on the progress 
the troops seemed to have made. Lieutenant 
Wolsey R. Brainard, U. S. A., Commandant of 
the Cornell University Cadet Corps, did not 
reply, but showed his teeth. Then he started 
angrily across the field to D Company; then 
he turned back and gnawed his moustache. 

It is said that there is now no man mor© 
bound by college traditions and precedents. 




T T 7ILBUR lay flat on his back on the win- 
^ ^ dow-seat. A sophomore was pounding 
rag-time from the tortured piano at his head. 
Fifty feet away on the grass outside a freshman 
and a sub were laughing and tossing a baseball 
carelessly. Two juniors on the divan were 
talking earnestly and in low tones about the 
prospects for the next year. In the middle 
of the floor, Puggy Workman was dancing a 
right-footed clog, while Torresdale looked on 
with grave amusement. 

From the piazza of a nearby fraternity house 
came the sounds of girlish voices, mingling with 
the music of mandolins and guitars. Strolling 
up and down the campus sidewalk, seniors in 
gowned solemnity knocked elbows with each 


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Wilbur lay flat on his back on the window- 
seat. He did not hear the cries of the fresh- 
man; he did not even notice the din of the 

Ordinarily, he took the keenest interest in the 
living panorama passing up and down the hill be- 
fore his eyes. To-day, he did not see it ; to-day, 
his thoughts were all he had, for yesterday his 
class had been graduated — and he had not been 
with them. 

The trouble had been that during his college 
course his ambition had winged too high, and 
the duties pertaining to the leadership of the 
Glee Club, the presidency of the Masque, and 
the managership of the baseball team, piling one 
after another upon him, had been proved to be 
more than one man ought to carry. To be sure, 
he had intended to give the Masque entirely up 
to the business manager ; but somehow or other 
the business manager had not been as enthusias- 
tic in some ways as he should have been, and he 
had been afraid that something would go wrong. 
It had not been absolutely necessary for him to 


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go on that last trip with the baseball team, and 
Fordjce could have attended to everything just 
as well, after the way had been made smooth for 
him ; but in some way he felt that he must go, 
just to make things sure. It was not his nature 
to trust things to his assistants. If he had 
charge of anything, he always wanted to do 
the work himself; and so he had cut lecture 
after lecture, and had neglected to make up 
a term of junior drawing, all of which had 
resulted in the omission of his name from the 
lists of graduating students posted in front 
of the registrar's office. It was of no use to 

His bed was made. Simply because he had 
worked for the good of the university, and 
worked hard that his Alma Mater should be 
known, as well by her success in athletics, dram- 
atics, and music, as by the standard of her exam- 
inations, was no reason why the university 
should be lenient and allow him his sheepskin. 
If such a thing were so, there would be great 
confusion. This was what A Certain Mighty 

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Personage, who rubbed his chin complacently, 
had said to Johnson. Therefore it must be so. 

So Wilbur lay flat on his back on the window- 
seat, and in the midst of all the noise and action 
around him, he was as much alone as if he had 
been at the bottom of Fall Creek Gorge. 
Marching in a funereal cavalcade, his memories 
passed through his mind. He remembered 
vividly the day he saw his name was absent 
from the roll of his class, and he remembered 
how he had thought that with a little study 
and one or two petitions he should still get 
through all right. He had not thought of that 
miserable junior drawing then, and he had still 
his old confidence in himself. He recalled his 
father's proud but anxious shake of his head 
when he had told him, in his Christmas vaca- 
tion, that he had been elected president of The 
Masque. His father had been afraid that too 
many outside honors would imperil his gradua- 
tion ; but he had laughed his fears to scorn — 
then. Now it was his father's turn to laugh, if 
he had wished, but he did not. He merely wrote 


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that he was sorry, and that he and the rest of 
the family were very much disappointed. That 
was all; but Wilbur knew the look that had 
come into his father's eyes, as well as if he had 
seen it, and he knew too that although nothing 
more would ever be said on the subject, his fail- 
ure would never be forgotten. 

This was bad enough, but the worst of it all 
was, that it was not as if he had the excuse of 
thoughtless procrastination. It was not as if he 
had only been foolish, like so many of his class- 
mates. He had^ open-eyed and deliberately, 
chosen his path, and that way danger lay. He 
had pounded on with all his confidence and 
assurance unshaken, sure that he could accom- 
plish what he had undertaken, and now that he 
had failed, the cup was doubly bitter because of 
the blow to his pride. 

Like many men, he had found a grim pleasure 
in self-chastisement. He had donned the cap 
and gown with the rest, even after he knew his 
fate. The swishing skirt reminded him con- 
stantly that he had no right to wear it, and 

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with every step seemed to be saying, Failure ! 
Failure ! Failure ! in remorseless whispers. He 
did not mind this, he said to himself bitterly. 
He deserved it, and it was but right that his 
punishment should be severe. Failure was the 
one thing that was hardest of all for him to for- 
give in others, and now that his time had come 
he should not flinch. 

With religious flagellation he had continually 
sought those associations that he deemed would 
be most painful. He had tramped up the hill to 
vote for his class officers; and when the class 
wanted to run him for orator, he explained that 
he was sorry, but he had neglected his work, and 
would not be graduated that year. This had 
hurt terribly; but it was some satisfaction to 
remember that the class had elected him over 
such a disgrace, and for a while the blackness of 
his cloud had seemed touched with silver. 

In the days following the discovery of his 

failure, he had suffered and become hardened to 

many things. After a few weeks, when strolling 

down the hill, with an arm on a classmate's 


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shoulder, it was not hard to say casually, " Going 
to get through all right?" and to reply with 
well-assumed unconcern to the answer and ques- 
tion that invariably followed, " No, I am afraid 
not. Beastly junior drawing." The pipe had 
often been a great help, for it could be chewed 
and wobbled around in his mouth so that the 
strange quality in his voice could not be de- 
tected. Now he did not need even the pipe. 
The fellows would usually say, ''By Jove, old 
man, that's hard luck. I'm sorry," and then 
would mention it to two or three others, and 
forget about it. This was natural enough, and 
Wilbur knew it and understood. Many men 
would have argued that because their classmates 
had so easily forgotten, they were no longer 
their friends. This is foolish and selfish, and 
"Wilbur was neither. 

But all this was over now, and Wilbur lay 
among the cushions staring drearily into the 
nothingness of the future and the happiness of 
the past. They seemed to dance before him 
hand in hand, while the sophomore beat the 

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piano and Puggy danced a right-footed clog. 
He remembered with what a choking, blinding 
sensation he had stood at the bay-window and 
watched the fellows marching together to the 
armory to their graduation. He remembered 
how, as the dear old familiar faces passed, his 
heartstrings tugged and pulled with a yearning 
he had never known before. Then, when all 
had passed through the armory door, and stood 
with their heads bowed in the solemn reverence 
of the hour and the prayer, he remembered how 
he had fled to his room and, his spirit broken at 
last, had buried his face in the pillows and cried 
like a child. He need not have been ashamed 
of it, but his face flushed even now at the 
memory. Then he remembered how he had 
stolen, while the President was speaking, to an 
old bush on the campus, near where his class 
would march and smoke their pipe and sing 
their songs and plant their ivy. He had sat 
there with a heart-sickness that made him far 
too miserable to care who saw or knew him. 
He remembered just how that long black 

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robed line of figures had looked, as they came 
marching up the campus. There was Johnson ; 
there was Torresdale. There were Blake and 
Cuthbert and Farns worth and Thompson, the 
captain of the baseball team, with whom he had 
slept and eaten and lived and breathed so long 
that term. There was Josh Groswild walking 
with Lyndhurst; there was the Co-ed Era 
editor; there was Katzenkonig, who had come 
from Heidelberg, — he had counted them all 

A dozen times he had risen to go away some- 
where, and lie face downwards and pull up great 
tufts of grass, and a dozen times he had fallen 
back again by the bush. He could not go, yet 
he did not want to stay, and he was sure his 
heart was breaking. He remembered that a 
long time ago, when his brother had died, he 
had felt something the same way. He had won- 
dered why they all looked so grave, and there 
had been one man in whose eyes he had actually 
seen tears. This was rather foolish, he thought. 
What had he to mourn over ? 
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They were all there, — all his friends, all his 
four years' companions, all Ms class : his class, 
with whom he had entered, risen, rushed, quar- 
relled, loved, and hated, all together, — to- 
gether, since the days when, as boyish freshmen, 
each man had played at mumblety-peg with 
his neighbor, while waiting for his turn to 
register; together, since the times when, as 
mighty sophomores, they had victoriously 
rushed the timid freshmen — and won the flag, 
down by Percy Field; together, through the 
privileges of the first year of upper-classman- 
ship ; and now finally, when the whirling, rush- 
ing, remorseless stream of time had borne them 
all too quickly through the years of college life, 
they were again together. Hand in hand, 
shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, they were 
to step from the green meadows of their Alma 
Mater over the stile, and into the rough, uneven 
roads of life, and he — could not be with them. '. 

He remembered just how they had sat in the 
circle, and how the pijDe had gone around and 
around, and how one co-ed had choked and 

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coughed at the taste of smoke. He had giggled 
hysterically, he remembered, and had wondered 
for a flash why none of them had laughed. 
Then he had become savagely indignant at the 
sisters and mothers and fathers looking on 
because they had smiled. 

Then how well he remembered Gordon's face 
as the class rose in a body, and he led them in 
Alma Mater. It was the face of an angel glori- 
fied. How the old thrill ran through him, 
again and again, as the air rose and fell and the 
line marched slowly down the campus, two 
abreast ; and how his whole heart and soul had 
cried to be with them. The agony of that 
minute had been supreme, and with that wish 
there came again the rending sorrow of know- 
ing he had no right in their ranks, of knowing 
that his class had gone and he was left. 

It was strange, he thought, that he had not 
known until now how much he cared about them 
all. He had not believed that it would be so 
hard to have them go. Maybe in a few months 
he would get over it. But still — he had failed 

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— he was disgraced, he thought, and that, though 
time could make it but a memory, could never 
be effaced. Things would never be the same. 
His father would never have the same confidence 
in him. There would be another line of sorrow 
in his mother's face. People at home would 
say among themselves, " I hear young Wilbur 
didn't pass up there at Cornell," and would 
nod their heads gravely and raise their eye- 
brows, just as they had done when his father's 
clerk had embezzled some of his money, and 
the newspapers took it up. He could see their 
faces now. 

The sophomore, who really played well when 
he wished, had drifted from rag-time to Sousa, 
and from Sousa, with what was seemingly a 
swift boyish change of mood, to Schumann's 
Nachtstiick. The rest had gone to dinner, and 
had yelled to Wilbur to come on. Wilbur had 
replied, in his natural voice, telling them to go 
ahead, and he would be down directly. They 
had gone, and now Wilbur heard the rattling of 
knives and forks, and the clatter of many voices 

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in the dining-room below. They did not under- 
stand, he thought. Why should they? Men 
to-day did not mingle with men whose heads 
were bowed and whose flapping sackcloth 
tempted every wind. One's face was no longer 
a barometer of one's feelings. Besides — those 
others had not failed. They had never even 
tasted such bitterness as had fallen to him. 

When one feels as Wilbur did, one is likely to 
overestimate his own suffering and underesti- 
mate the misfortunes of his friends. Disappoint- 
ment, with all its retinue of grief and shame, is 
usually selfish and self-centred, and the person 
across whose drawbridge the host once rides, 
often unwittingly drops the portcullis behind 

This is bad, and the sophomore who did not 
understand, knew it. He had been " busted " in 
his freshman year, and had felt the same way. 
So he played Schumann's NachtstUck. He played 
it very, very softly at first, so that when Wilbur 
closed his eyes, the music seemed to be made by 
a faint breath of wind far off among the stars. 

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Somehow the running fulness of the chords 
was filled with a special meaning for him to-day. 
There was a passionate note of melancholy ap- 
peal somewhere there that accorded well with 
his sorrow, and with an inexplicable paradox 
there stole into his heart a deep, full sense of 
comfort that drove away all the despair and sor- 
row. He felt like stretching his arms out to 
something. His heart felt less hopeless, and aa 
there came a change in the music, and the bass 
joined with the treble in a brief song of triumph, 
he forgot entirely, for the moment, all liis fail^ 
ure. Then as the last few solemn notes fell 
slowly, one after another, with a kind of warning 
mournfulness, he remembered once more, and 
the wave of remorse and sorrow swept rushing 
back again. 

Yet there was a difference, — a very subtle 
difference, but one that changed things wonder- 
fully, and left him pondering. All the sorrow 
and all the yearning for his class still held his 
heart, but where before the future had seemed 
blank, and where the past had seemed foolish, 

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there was now hope and a lesson. He wondered 
vaguely why this was. But a moment before 
there had been nothing left in all the world to 
live for. Now there seemed to be a great deal 
in life still left to him. He remembered now 
that only yesterday one of the fellows had put 
his arm over his shoulder and said, " Billy, old 
man, it 's mighty hard luck for you, — your not 
graduating ; but I 'm awfully glad you 're going 
to be back next year. We need you." It made 
him feel rather good and warm inside to think 
about it. He recalled other little incidents 
which, when they occurred had not made much 
impression upon him, but which he now under- 
stood. For instance, when Puggy Workman 
had come to him, his round, good-natured face 
all wreathed in smiles, and said, " I hear you 're 
going to be with us next year. Good work." It 
had n't seemed at all good work then, but now — 
well, perhaps it was not so bad. Still, you know, 
it was his class, and he hadn't — and it was 
hard not to be able to march and sing the songs. 
The other class was all right, but they were n't 

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his class. There were n't any Johnsons or Fnl- 
tons or Blakes among the juniors. If he had 
only studied harder, he might have — what was 
that tune the sophomore was playing ? — it was 
certainly very beautiful and comforting. It was 
a little sleepy too. Perhaps if he — should see 
the Dean he might let him — how far away that 
music seemed. He did n't know the sophomore 
could play so well. Still the Dean had told him 
before then that there could be no leniency. 
He could easily — what was that tune ? He had 
heard it somewhere before. Somewhere — a good 
many years ago, was n't it ? Or was it — maybe 
it was nearly time to go down to dinner now. 
He would just — it had been his fault ; all his 
fault — still, it was his class — his very own — 
and they could n't — what an ugly word failure 
was. Why did they always spell it in such 
large capitals? He had never noticed it up 
there beside the chandelier before. It was cer- 
tainly queer. How very sleepy that music 
was . . . if he — it was his class — and he had 
not . . . but still . . . 


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The sophomore let his fingers fall with a sigh 
of relief. He was tired. It is rather tiring for 
any one to play the same thing over and over 
without stopping once, and it is especially so 
when one is watching some one else out of the 
corner of one's eyes. 

Wilbur lay flat on his back on the window- 
seat, and the sophomore rose with an uncon- 
scious sigh and smiled inscrutably as he looked 
down on his quiet slumbers. 

" I thought it would," he said. " It generally 
does." And then he bent down and shook him 
gently. " Hi, there, old man, dinner ! " he said 

And only the Nachtstiick knew exactly what 
he meant. 




'T^HE three-car train backed, puffing and 
•*- panting, up the steep grade of the second 
switch. Fordj^ce, with a curious straining in 
his throat, and a misty damp feeling in his eyes, 
stood on the rear platform of the last car looking 
out across the valley. 

High on the hills the buildings of the Uni- 
versity stood clearly outlined against the sum- 
mer sky. The afternoon sunlight fell across 
them all, — Morrill, White, McGraw, the Physi- 
cal Lab., the Chemical Lab., and all the rest, — 
making the roofs of the newer buildings glisten 
and shine. North of the others, the dumpy little 
observatory stood forlornly alone, its one small 
telescope looking out of its curved roof, round- 
eyed and disconsolate. Further down the hill, 
the top of the flag pole in front of the gymna- 

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slum and the gables of two fraternity houses 
broke the line of tree-tops, and across the bridge 
the gray, windowed walls of the old Cascadilla 
dormitory marked the entrance to the campus. 
The leaves in the trees hung quietly, mourning 
the death of the afternoon breeze, and from the 
shops to the bridge there was hardly a sign 
of life. Even the old town of Ithaca itself, 
clinging to the hillside, and stretching over the 
lowlands, seemed still and lifeless. Beyond 
Renwick, the lake lay without a ripple, in its 
nest of forests, reflecting every cloud or bird 
which sailed across the June sky. 

Fordyce was going home. 

The spring term was ended, and the university 
had stopped to breathe. This year three hun- 
dred and four men had been graduated. Men 
from the North, the South, the East, the West, 
men from England, men from Scotland, men 
from Japan, men from Spain, men from the 
Hawaiian Islands, men from almost everywhere, 
who had earnestly, flippantly, merrily, stolidly, 
lived and studied together for four whole years, 

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were now scouring the country in search of 
positions, or packing their flannels and outing 
clothes for one last long vacation. 

Senior week had been gayer than usual. 
There had been more pretty girls, dances, boat 
rides, and drives than ever before, and the 
Senior Ball Committee had made their part of 
the week so far outshine the Senior Balls of 
the past that they were scarcely remembered. 

Fordyce looked back over it, and told himself 
that he had enjoyed it all most gloriously. Then 
he looked further back. It was this that caused 
that mistiness and the queer feeling in his 

It is hard for a man to leave his college and 
all its associations forever. The thread of its 
life is very slender, and, once broken, all but im- 
possible to tie. If one is absent but a year, 
he finds on his return that half his friends are 
gone and their places filled with newer men 
with whom he has nothing in common and 
whom he does not even know. He loses track 
of things, and when his remaining friends gather 

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in his room, use his tobacco, tear leaves out of 
his books for spills, and talk over the things 
that have happened, he is hopelessly at sea, and 
has to ask who Dick is, or Tom who? or in 
what class is Harry ? It takes a long time to 
get back the old feeling of oneness ; and even 
when new friends are made, and fresh associa- 
tions formed (which if one had not had the 
others would be just as satisfying), there is 
always the feeling that those who are new never 
knew those whom you knew, and thus one note 
is lost from the fulness of the chord. 

Fordyce thought of all this, for his father had 
offered him two more years in the Law School. 
He knew that he had finished the pleasantest 
chapters of his twenty-two years. He knew 
that his work, so far from being done, was but 
in its beginning, and he appreciated the enor- 
mous possibilities which the broader field brought 
to him. He felt guilty as he looked back across 
those hills, and the old love welled up into his 
heart, for he was not at all sure that he cared 
about enormous possibilities, or a chance to 

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show what was in him. And there was the 
Law School I 

He saw its stone sides as the train puffed on. 
He had no intention of ever practising law, but 
it would be very pleasant to spend two more 
years there. Then too a legal education was 
never wasted, and, maybe, if he knew a little 
law, business would open up better. 

He stood with one foot on the railing, and 
behind him his hands grasped the platform 
handles. The little driblets of smoke floated 
from his pipe to the edge of the rushing wind 
at the car side, and one after another were 
caught and blown to pieces. Inside, the car 
was crowded with students and their guests 
of the week going home. They were all sing- 
ing, and one fellow was sitting on the back of 
a seat playing banjo accompaniments. Several 
chaperons sat in one corner. They smiled in- 
dulgently at his boisterousness. They had been 
smiling indulgently at everything for so long 
that week that the smile had almost become a 
habit, and would fly to their faces mechanically, 
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even if one only said, " Scat ! " or scratched a 
match somewhere near them. 

But Fordyce was not in the humor for this 
gayety, — at least not now, he said to himself. 
He wanted to stand on the rear platform and 
think, until the college should be far out of 
sight. Moreover, he did not exactly see how 
the seniors who were never coming back could 
bear to laugh and sing and joke in such a heart- 
less way. There was certainly nothing to laugh 
at. He had not yet learned that this was what 
many people do when they do not wish to think 
about things. 

How much had happened since first, as a lowly 
freshman, he had trudged up and down that hill 
to recitations! There was a car crawling up 
State Street now I When he first came a car line 
was not even thought of, and the crew used to run 
up and down the steepest parts of Buffalo Street 
to get their wind, and bring the calves of their 
legs into proper shape. There had been a little 
horse-car running from the hotel to the station, 
but that was all. How many, many times he 

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and his chum Burleigh had tumbled out of bed 
in that old red house over there on Stewart 
Avenue, and raced all the way up the hill as 
fast as their legs could carry them, to make an 
eight o'clock in White or Morrill Hall. Bur- 
leigh was a good fellow, he thought, and it 
was a pity that his father had died just as he 
was commencing his second year. They had 
been pretty much together, and both had been 
pledged to the same fraternity when Burleigh 
left. He had not joined, but Fordyce had, and 
how well he remembered it all ! How embar- 
rassed he had felt when he was being rushed, 
and how queer it had been to see an upper-class- 
man offer him his seat, or get him a match for 
his pipe I What a nice crowd of fellows they 
were, and how he had trembled and felt a sort of 
numbness all over when Colling wood, a senior 
then, and an object of terrible awe, had put his 
hand on his shoulder, and said solemnly, " Jack, 
I should like to speak to you for a few moments. 
Will you come up to my room ? '* He laughed 
at himself when it was over ; but he had always 


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known how others who were being rushed felt, 
and he had consequently treated them very 

Then there had been the time that he and 
Blake had been so nearly expelled for climbing 
up the inside of the Sibley chimney, while the 
fires were burning, and fastening a tin flag, with 
their class numerals painted thereon, to the 
very topmost outside brick. If there had not 
been a few young professors on the faculty who 
admired the daring of the feat, they would have 
received much more than the solemn reprimand 
and warning as they stood tremblingly before 
them. That had been the beginning of the 
firm friendship between Blake and himself. 

He wondered where all the fellows would be 
a year from now ; scattered to the four corners 
of the earth, he supposed. He did not even 
know where he should be. At all events, it was 
all over now. There would be no more sitting 
around Zinckes and singing the old songs on 
winter evenings. There would be no more 
Savage Club gatherings and good times to- 

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ge^/her. The Sibley Dinner Pail Brigade was 
disorganized, and the pails were lying abandoned 
in the vacant rooms. In the fall, freshmen 
would come and take the rooms and pails. He 
wondered who would have his. He had never 
known who had used it before him ; but he had 
become quite attached to it, and he hoped that 
it would not fall into unappreciative hands. 

But it was not any one thing that he so re- 
gretted leaving, he thought; it was not the 
baseball, the football, or the tennis, even if he 
had held the intercollegiate championship in the 
latter; nor was it the free and easy life one 
could lead with a lot of fellows; it was not 
the Masque, or the Glee Club, or the Savage 
Club, or any other one of the ways in which he 
had enjoyed himself, — it was the knowledge 
that he was turning his back on all these things. 
In themselves, they were not of any great im- 
portance, but the secret was his love for their 
associations. For instance, there was that long 
bench in White 10, where Professor Black held 
his lectures on French Literature. There was 

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nothing to attract one to it, but Fordyce had 
sat there every Monday, Wednesday, and Fri- 
day at nine for two college years, and he knew 
every pencil-mark or knife scratch around the 
seat. He knew every crack in the floor and 
mark on the walls of the room. He knew just 
when he would be called upon, and he knew the 
exact location of the hairpin which was always 
on the point of dropping from the back hair of 
the co-ed on the front seat. Then, too, he had 
sat next to Griggs, the 'varsity stroke, and a 
very nice chap. He remembered that Griggs 
used to pinch the man in front of him, and then 
say, "Ouch! Quit that!" very audibly; and 
when Professor Black would look very reprov- 
ingly at the man in front, and request the class 
to keep better order, Griggs would look in an 
injured way at him, and nod his head as if to 
say, " That 's right ! Good ! A man really can't 
attend to his lesson if that goes on, you know," 
and then would go into gales of laughter as 
soon as the professor turned away. 
Now a man cannot go in and out the same 


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buildings, up and down the same stairways, and 
to and fro on the same road for four years with 
a crowd of his friends, doing as they do, shar- 
ing their lot, and sitting by their sides, without 
growing to love the buildings, the stairways, 
and the road. He may not know he loves them 
until after he leaves them. While he is tramp- 
ing in and out, and up and down, he may con- 
sider that he is undergoing a terrible grind, and 
he may believe he hates the sight of the steps 
and the recitation-rooms; but the instant he 
leaves them forever, he is conscious of all their 
latent charms. There have been many men 
who in the midst of the din and turmoil of 
business-life have become suddenly conscious of 
an inexplicable yearning for the steps of old 
White Hall ; and Fordyce, pulling at his empty 
pipe, was not the first who had felt that species 
of homesickness. 

It certainly seemed longer ago than yesterday 
that he and Blake had strolled over the campus, 
taking their last farewell of all their old haunts. 
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they stood in the centre of the old athletic field, 
and looked around in silence at all their old 
stone friends. Then they had walked back of 
the Fiske-McGraw, and, lying on the grass, had 
watched the sun slowly sinking beyond the 
lake. He remembered that they had not spoken 
for a long time. There had been little need 
of speech, for both were watching with a sad 
intensity as the sun crept slowly nearer the 
crimson horizon. They felt as though dusk had 
overtaken them at the foot of the lane, and that 
to-morrow the sun would rise upon paths of 
which they knew nothing, on paths which led 
far away from the old buildings and the campus 
and each other, and sometimes that there might 
be paths on which the sun did not shine. And 
yet it was not the future itself, but the past 
which was so soon to be that caused their 
silence. It was the knowledge that to-morrow 
the new life began and the old life ended — and 
the old life was inexpressibly dear. 

Then he remembered how at last the sun had 
set, and Blake had suddenly buried his face in 


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his hands, and said, in an odd sort of voico, 
" Jack, it 's all over I " He said nothing in 
reply, but slipped an arm around his neck, and 
they had sat for some time looking out across 
the hills, while the shadows faded from the 
waters of the lake, and the skies melted slowly 
from red to gold. Finally, he rose and said, 
" Come on, old man," to Blake, and Blake had 
stumbled to his feet, pushed back his hair, and 
set his hat firmly on his head. They walked 
down the campus, talking of other things, but, 
as they reached Sage, both had turned and 
looked back for a moment. 

Now, after all that, here Blake was laughing 
and singing with the girls and fellows inside 
the car, as if he had forgotten that there ever 
was a last night. How people could laugh 
when they were leaving college forever, he did 
not understand! 

Then he thought of the Law School once 
more. Really, he thought, a legal education 
was just the thing to top off with. After that 
and his four years' course in M. E., he would be 


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ready for almost anything; he would have a 
fully rounded education. He did not believe 
in onesidedness, and he thought it possible that 
now, with only one degree, he — and he had 
always heard that law was extremely pleasant 
work. Moreover, Wilbur was coming back, 
and he and Wilbur could room together, and — 
and he would not have to leave it all just yet. 
That was the main argument, he thought : he 
would not have to leave it all just yet. There 
were so many things he had not done and 
would now like to do. He would like to finish 
that Masque play. He would like to run for 
Commodore of the crew, and go to Poughkeepsie 
when they rowed Yale the next year. He 
would like to have a try at the baseball 
managership, too, and he would like to be 
again with the Glee Club. 

Then the words of his mother's last letter, 
written just after he had passed his last exam- 
ination, flashed into his mind. '' Chicago is so 
far away," she had written, "that your father 
and I do not feel as if we could afford to come 

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on to your graduation. It has been a great dis- 
appointment to us both ; but we are happy in the 
hope of soon seeing you again, and having you 
with us for all time. Your father counts greatly 
upon your help in his business, as, ever since 
the store burned, he has not been as well, and 
I know that he looks forward to your coming." 

Fordyce flushed with shame. 

Here he was thinking of going back for 
two more years I It was not right. It could 
not be right that he should be enjoying him- 
self, even if he was studying, while his father 
needed him. In most instances a law course 
might be a very good thing; but — moreover, he 
would be spending more money, and though no 
one at home had ever said anything about his 
expenses, he knew how hard it had been to keep 
him at college. 

Fordyce leaned over and knocked the ashes 

out of his pipe. He certainly would not take 

those extra two years. He had been a fool, he 

thought, for even thinking about them. He 


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would make up his mind now, once and for all, 
to put such thoughts away. More than that, 
he was glad — he was very glad that he was 
not going back. If he could n't go, he might 
just as well make up his mind to it, he thought, 
and there was no use in feeling blue about it 
anyway. So he was glad, he was sure of it. 
Still — What a lucky fellow Wilbur was I 
He had failed to be sure, but he did n't seem 
to mind it a bit, and laughed and joked about 
his being there next year quite as if it were the 
thing to be "busted." He was fortunate not 
to have very deep feelings, he thought. Yes, 
he should certainly like to go back with 
Wilbur; but it was not best. Anyway, after 
one has had four years of college, it is time for 
him to do something. At the same time — 
But, pshaw ! He had decided that he was glad. 
How extremely annoying it was to forget such 
a thing ! There was no real need of his remind- 
ing himself of it, — at least there should not 
be. It was very simple. He was glad. What 
more ? He would go into the car and sing and 


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laugh with Blake, and get Torresdale angry by 
talking nonsense with that little Miss What's- 
her-name from Buffalo. It was fun to get 
Torresdale angry. He would do that. 

Fordyce looked up. He saw that the train 
had passed Caroline five minutes before, and 
that he had not noticed. The University was 
far behind, out of sight beyond the hills. 

The mistiness in his eyes, and the curious 
straining in his throat, came back again with 
a sudden rush. He felt like screaming, "I 
can't go ! I canH ! I can't ! " but he waited 
quietly until the mistiness had gone away and 
his throat felt natural again. Then he walked 
into the car and stopped at the water-cooler. 
He looked around him. The fellow was still 
playing the banjo, and Fordyce, tiptoeing softly 
behind him, gave a slight sudden jerk, and he 
fell, — a mass of tangled legs and arms and 
banjo, while the crowd shrieked wildly with 
joy, and the chaperons smiled indulgently. In 
a moment he emerged between two seats, his 
face one huge grin. 


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Fordyce sat down by the girl from Buffalo. 

" I am very glad," he said. 

The girl turned wonderingly. 

" Why — why — thank you," she answered. 

But Fordyce only smiled. 



HE was a good freshman. One of the kind 
that buy the upper-classmen cigarettes, 
and go to the door when the bell first rings, 
instead of waiting an hour or so to see if any- 
one else is going. He was all around the best 
freshman we had that year. The others — well, 
you know — did n't believe in upper-class disci- 
pline and made sarcastic remarks when seniors 
made mistakes. The rest were of that class. 

The good Freshman made one mistake, 
though. It was in this way. 

One evening, rather early, several of us were 
sitting around the upper-classmen's table at 
Pat's. We had sung ourselves out and Blake 
was not there to tell us any new stories, so we 
fell to smoking silently. Once or twice Rogers 
hit the bottom of his beer-glass on the table, 
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and a little while afterward we all turned them 
upside down and hit the tops. Morley gloomily 
studied the different names cut in the soft pine 
table. Cuthbert, sprawling with his coat wide 
open, was idly shying crackers at " Puggy " 
Workman's mouth. Fordyce was scratching 
all the matches to obtain charcoal wherewith 
to ink in his newly-cut name ; and the rest of 
us, except the Freshman, to whom we had 
accorded our gracious permission to sit with 
us that evening, were staring wearily at the 
revolving fans above us, and wondering how 
they could bear to move so fast on such a 
scorching day. Over in the corner, Marnit sat, 
white-aproned and perspiring, only rising now 
and then when one of us hit the table. 

Suddenly the Freshman broke the silence 
with, " Say, fellows, can I have a girl on for 
Senior Week?" 

We all withdrew our gaze from the ceiling, 
and Morley paused with his knife poised, just 
as he was about to cut a period after a P. G.'s 
neglected name. 


The Elder Miss Archlen 

" Certainly, why not ? " said he. 

The Freshman reddened. He was not used 
to so much attention, and murmured something 
unintelligible about, " Did n't know — fresh- 
man — girls — " and timidly took a sip of 

Morley looked at him wisely. "Is she a 
peach ? " he said. I saw the Freshman's hand 
make just the slightest motion in the world 
toward his upper left-hand vest-pocket as he 
replied, " I '11 show you her picture — up at 
the house sometime. Yes, I think she is 

*' Of course," said Cuthbert, under his breath. 

The Freshman caught the mumbled words 
and assumed a half-defiant air. 

" When is she coming ? " asked Puggy, in a 
crackery voice. 

" I 'm going to ask her for the week — if 
that's all right." 

" Sure," said I. 

" And," asked Johnson, from a smoke cloud, 
" what " — pufe — " is her " — puff — " name ? " 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

'' Archlen, a Miss Edith Archlen," replied the 

Morley woke suddenly, " Edith Archlen ? Of 

" Yes," apprehensively. 

"Well, I'll be — Edith Archlen! I knew 
her two years ago, — knew her well all one sum- 
mer at Block Island. The Kid has sense, fellows. 
She 's all right and can dance, too. There were 
mighty feW college men down there that sum- 
mer, and we — Oh, well I" Morley winked 
solemnly at the man on his right, and stared 
whimsically into his glass. 

The Freshman caught the wink and reflected. 
Then the corners of his mouth tightened a little, 
and he looked earnestly at Morley. 

"Well?" said the latter. 


Morley looked at him curiously and rose. 
"Let's go to Ren wick, fellows," he yawned. < 
" It 's cooler there, and there is a rather clever 
vaudeville in the pavilion. Come on." 

We all considered the proposition favorably, 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

except the Freshman. He begged off on the 
plea of work, and we saw him disappear up the 
hill as we were waiting for our car. 

When I came in that night I found him wait- 
ing for me. I roomed with him then. He 
wheeled in his chair to face me, and looked on 
in silence while I cast off enough of my gar- 
ments to keep cool. Then when I had cocked 
my feet on the desk, and tucked a couple of 
cushions in my chair, he said solemnly, " Billy, 

I looked around the room, and not knowing in 
the least what he was talking about, said, " No I " 

" Don't, Billy. I 'm in earnest. I — you know 
— about Edith." 

" Oh I " said I, understandingly, for he had re- 
lieved himself by long talks with me when the 
pressure had grown too great, and I knew what 
he thought of Miss Archlen. 

" You mean Morley is the fellow who used to 
know her so well and whom she liked so much? " 

"Yes, audi — '' 

The Bder Miss Archlen 

"Don't know whether to ask her here or 

"Well, you see she will stay here with her 
mother, and Morley will be in the same house, 
and it would be rather — rather — wouldn't 

** She likes you, does n't she ? " I asked. 

The Freshman pretended a yawn of uncon- 
cern, and said, " I think so." 

I was inexorable. " Don't you know so ? " 

"I — I think I do." 

" Well," said I, » don't be a fool." 

" I know, " he said ; " but Morley is so infer 
nally good-looking and clever. If she liked hiir 
so much when he was younger and not so — so — 
you know, why won't she like him all the more 

"Girls' tastes change as they grow older," 
said I, with senioric wisdom. 

"But they always like pretty things and 
candy, don't they?" 

" Possibly," I admitted ; " but does not youi 
mirror show — " 


The Elder Miss ArcMen 

" Oh, shut up, Billy I" said he, elegantly. 
" I 'm in earnest, — terribly in earnest, if I am 
a freshman." 

My pipe was bubbling as I thought hard for 
a few minutes. Rising, I knocked out the 
ashes. " Old man," I said, " are you really and 
truly in love with Miss Archlen ? " 

He made a brave attempt at a smile as he 
said, " If I am not, it 's the most realistic fake I 
ever ran up against." 

" And things look dismal ? " I continued. 

" Very ! " he replied. 

"Well," said I, "you go in and win, I'll 
help you all I know how, and between us I guess 
Morley won't cut much ice." 

He grabbed my hand gratefully. " Will 
you ? " he said. " I know you can help lots. 
You're so much brighter than the rest, and 
know exactly what to do in a case of push." 

" Come to bed," said I, with affected sleepi- 
ness, " for I hate scenes. You do your best, and 
I '11 see what I can do about Morley." 

Just before he turned out the light he brought 

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out a square object from the breast-pocket of 
his pajamas, and held it up before me in silence. 

" She 's all right," said I. 

*' Good-night," he answered, stroking the 
brass knob on my bed tenderly. He knew that 
I understood. 

I walked up the campus the next morning 
with Morley, and asked him if he was going to 
have any one up for the Senior. 

" Not if the Kid has Miss Archlen," he replied 
"I can entertain her, you know, while he is 
fixing up the box and all that. I think I can 
find enough for him to do, too. Queer, was n't 
it, the way he acted last night about it ? Oh, 
well — others have been just as tar gone as he, 
and it won't hurt him to have a fall taken out 
of him." 

" Oh, let him alone," said I, " you don't want 
her and he does." 

"He thinks he does," said Morley, "that's 
all. So long," and he dropped off at Morrill. 

My mind was made up. I should show my 
classmate no mercy. Morley was a mighty nice 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

chap, but possessed of a surpassing knowledge 
of his own powers in every line. There was no 
doubt that he was clever and good-looking, but 
he occasionally let his desire to show his powers 
run away with his judgment. 

That evening at dinner an idea flashed into 
my mind. After dinner I whistled to the Fresh- 
man. He came, looking pale and worried, to 
where I sat in comfort watching the redness 
of the sunset. "What do you want, Billy?" 
said he. 

" First, a cigarette," said I. 

He handed it to me in silence. 

"Well," I observed. 

" Well,'* he repeated. 

" Are n't you forgetting yourself?" said I. 

" I beg your pardon, Billy," said he, and 
handed me the wherewithal. 

I lit up, puffed contentedly for a moment, and 
told the Freshman to sit down. He sat. 

" Kid," said I, " is Miss Archlen Miss Arch- 
len or Miss Edith Archlen ? " 

" What the — " he began. 

The Bder Miss Archen 

" Wait," I interrupted commandingly j " what 
I mean is, has she an older sister ? " 

"Yes, why?" 

" How much older ? " I asked. 

" Two years, but — " 

« How old is Ed — Miss Edith?" 

"Twenty," he answered, with smouldering 
fire in his eye. 

"Is her older sister any good?" 

"She's very bright and pretty, dances like 
Crawford's sister, and is mighty good fun. She 
is not as pretty as Edith, though. You know 
Edith has that funny wavy brown hair like — 
like — " 

" Prexy's horse blanket," I suggested. 

The Freshman subsided. 

"Now, see here," I went on, "does Morley 
know her?" 


" Do you know her — well, I mean ? " 


" Do you think she would come down for the 
week with her sister if you asked her ? " 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

** In a minute," lie said ; " but — " 

" One moment," I had to remind him. "Now 
listen. That is my last Senior week, and I 'm 
girlless. I was going to trot my younger sister 
around, but she 's sailed for Europe, and that 
lets me out. From what you say, I imagine 
Miss Archlen is pretty smooth, and, anyway, if 
she dances like Polly Crawford, she can have 
me — for the week. I want you to write up 
there telling her all about me, enclosing my 
card, and asking her to come here for the 
house party as a guest of the society, on your 

" But I 'm going to take — " began the Fresh- 

" I know you are," said I. " You are going 
to ask both and take one, — either one you 
want, — I '11 take the other. Write up and tell 
her so. Write to-night. She will come if you 
explain things, won't she ? *' 

" Oh, she '11 come all right, all right," said he ; 
" only what in the devil, Billy, has all this rot 
to do with Morley ? " 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

I nearly fell off my chair with laughter. 
" Why, you idiot ! " said I, when I could catch 
my breath, "everything. You do as I tell 
you. Write to Buffalo to-night. Put it strong. 
Both the girls must come or you are lost ; they 
are your only salvation. Both^ mind you — 
and Kid," I continued, in a ruminative way, " I 
shall have to ask you to make out both the 
cards. I am getting rather old to hustle around 
after dances, you know. I suppose Morley will 
want several with Miss Edith Archlen. He '11 
come to you for them. Don't worry about 
looking him up. When he does come, he will 
ask to see Miss Archlen's card. Give it to 
him ! Give him all he wants ; but — but — Oh, 
you fool ! " I roared, for the expression of im- 
becile happiness that was dawning on his face 
was more than mortal man could bear. 

The idea of Morley, the elegant, all sufficient, 
omnipotent, overpowering Morley, being sold 
was too much. We pictured his serene self- 
satisfaction as he wrote his name in a dozen 
places over Miss Edith Archlen's elder sister's 

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card. We saw vividly just how he felt when 
he found it out. We tasted the foaming tank- 
ards that he would buy when it was all over, 
and then we laughed again. Finally, when we 
had squeezed the subject mirthless for the pres- 
ent, we put our heads together. 

" Billy," said the Freshman, "Morley mustn't 
know you are going to take Miss Archlen." 

" He won't," said I. 

" And the thing must n't seem too easy," he 

" Your lookout," said I ; " give me a match." 

" Suppose he wants to take her to the Masque 
or Concert, or any of the other dances, or to the 
boat ride?" 

"Same scheme," I replied. "His money is 
as good as mine any day." 

" Billy, I don't know how to — I — you *re a 
— dog gone it all, Billy, have another cigarette ? " 

" Kid," said I, taking it, " if you don't get 
to work, that prelim, in Analytics is going to 
hit you right where a man finds it hard to 
shave," and I walked over to talk with Blake. 

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Things went right our way from the start. 
1 put the fellows up to waking Morley's desire 
to monopolize the younger Miss Archlen by a 
judicious course of guying, until finally he 
went around with his handsome head in the air 
and a light of determination in his eyes. As 
soon as the Freshman started making out the 
dance cards, Morley swooped down upon him, 
and, by some very skilful manoeuvring, managed 
to get twelve dances with the elder sister, and 
went away chuckling. A day later I arranged 
to have several of the fellows appear at once, 
and plead for the honor of Miss Archlen's com- 
pany at the Concert, including the buying of 
tickets, roses, and carriage hire. Morley was 
there. After much competition and persua- 
sion, the Freshman gave in to him. He was 
delighted, and insisted on paying me the sum 
of a dollar and a half, which he had owed me 
ever since he went broke at the last football 

The Freshman was jubilant, and talked in his 
sleep. Toward the end of the week, Morley 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

stopped me in front of the Armory. "Billy," 
said he, " I have a favor to ask of you." 

" Go ahead," said I. 

" It 's this way," said he. " I want to take 
Miss Archlen to the boat ride." 

" Of course," said I. 

"Eh?" said he. 

" You can," said I. 

"Wha-at?" said he. 

" You were saying — "I observed. 

Morley stared. 

" I want to take Miss Archlen to the boat 
ride," he said. " If you have gone crazy or — " 

" I beg your pardon, Morley," said I. " I was 
not thinking of Senior week just then." 

"I want to take Miss Archlen to the boat 
ride," he repeated. 

" Well, why don't you ? " I asked. 

" You see, that 's just it," he answered. " I 
have bullied the Kid out of twelve dances for 
the Senior, and wheedled him into letting me 
take her to the Concert, and I don't think 
he '11 stand for another strike. I thought you 

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and your influence could help me — if you 

" Does n't it seem to you as if you were acting 
rather hoggishly ? " I answered gravely. " Why 
can't you let the Kid have her ? She 11 be his 
guest, and you know how much he likes her ? " 

"That's not the point. The Kid has been 
fresh to me, and I propose to teach him a lesson. 
Won't hurt him a bit ! Why, he had the nerve 
the other day to say that he did not believe I 
was one, two, three with Miss Archlen. Said 
he knew her very well, and never even heard 
her speak of me. Said it in his mean little 
way too, and walked off laughing and holding 
his young head in the air as if he were the 
whole thing. Hoggish? Not I It's time he 
knew something. If you won't join in the 
good work, all right — I '11 do it myself." And 
he tossed back his wavy hair with a look of 
supreme self-confidence. 

I had become black in the face from this 
harangue. Verily, the Freshman was learning 
human nature, and was already feeling the prox- 

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imity of sophomore year. When I could trust 
myself to speak, I said, " Maybe you are right, 
Morley. I '11 see what I can do for you," and 
Morley thanked me and strolled away. 

I fixed it with the Freshman, and Morley 
chuckled gleefully. After that, he made several 
other minor engagements. When the Freshman 
was fixing the box for the ball, Morley was to 
take Miss Archlen walking. When the Kid 
and his classmates were fixing our house for our 
own dance, Morley was to read to Miss Archlen 
up in the shady nooks of the second gorge. 
Meanwhile, in an owlish conference held by the 
Kid and me, it was decided that at those times 
I should take care of Miss Edith Archlen. In 
every detail our plan was complete. The 
enemy's discomfiture and defeat were certain, 
and we breathed easily while awaiting develop- 

At last the first of the war clouds crept down 

from the north. On the morning of the day our 

guests were all expected to arrive, the Freshman 

handed me Miss Archlen's card. At the break- 

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fast^table I casually mentioned to Morley that I 
was going to have Miss Archlen's elder sister as 
my guest. All Morley said, was, " Did n't know 
she had a sister ; pass me the bread, please ? " 

Danger number one was over, and I knew the 
fuse would be longer burning than I had dared 
to hope. 

There was the usual flurry and bustle as the 
noon train rolled in with its cargo of peaches 
and cream and dried apples. The girls were 
hailed with the usual shouts of joy, and the 
chaperons with the usual exaggerated polite- 
nesses. In the rush, Morley failed to meet the 
elder Miss Archlen, and it was not until luncheon 
that he had that pleasure. Even then all he 
said to me in an aside was, "Jove, but she's 

She was. I am not going to describe her, but 
she was undeniably a beautiful girl with a great 
deal of wit and, best of all, a keen sense of 
humor. If I had n't known sonie one else who 
had sailed for Europe with my sister, this story 
might have been difl:'erent. To my mind, she 

The Elder Miss ArcUen 

was infinitely superior to her sister in looks, and 
in most other ways, and I think Morley thought 
so too, but his blood was up, and all his batteries 
of fascination were brought to bear upon her 
younger sister. 

By dinner-time his face wore a look of 
doubt. All the afternoon he had been hearing 
the two girls called Miss Archlen and Miss 
Edith Archlen, and I think he smelled a rat. 
That evening he had to go to a Phi Beta Kappa 
initiation, and when he returned every one was 
asleep, so that the day was passed in quiet. 
That the bombardment and mine explosion 
would occur the next morning, I did not doubt. 
That the enemy would be overthrown, I was 
sure. That he would accept defeat gracefully, 
and in the spirit in which it was given, I was 

And I was right. 

The morning of Tuesday, June 17, 1890, 

dawned bright and clear. For modern warfare 

the day was perfect. A cloudless sky and a 

gentle wind heartened both forces. The B^ ffalo 


The Elder Miss Archlen 

Royal Volunteers occupied the most advanta- 
geous position, being ensconced in a large leather 
chair fortified by pillows. She was well rein- 
forced by a brigade of the Buffalo Light Blue 
Infantry, and two companies of the 94th and 
90th N. G. I. Reserves, who had taken up posi- 
tions in a clump of chairs slightly in the rear 
and on the left flank. The opposing forces, con- 
sisting of a brigade of Morley's Own, occu- 
pied higher ground about three feet south. He 
was on a window-seat. 

The first gun was fired at exactly 9.43 A. M. 
Morley asked Miss Edith Archlen if she remem- 
bered two years ago this summer. Miss Edith 
Archlen looked over her pillows and sighed, and 
said yes. Morley's Own slid a foot and a half 
nearer, and they began to reminisce. 

Morley said, " Do you remember the old south 
pier, and how we used to walk over there at sun- 
set and watch the waves come booming in ? " 

" As if it were yesterday," sighed Miss Edith, 
looking out the corner of her eye to see what 
the Freshman was doing. 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

" I wonder if the ivy we planted still grows? " 
meditated the enemy. 

"We planted it together," said Miss Edith-, 
"it ought to." 

" They were happy times," said Morley, and 
looked as if he were thinking about them. 

" They were for me," said Miss Edith, frankly ; 
" and I never tasted such goods things to eat in 
aU my life." 

Morley looked a little hurt, and the Reserves 
stuffed handkerchiefs into their mouths. 

" I wonder if we shall ever go sword-fishing 
again I I 'm afraid that I shall have to wait a 
long time before I can stand at the rail of a two- 
master and look across a limitless, tossing, rolling 
ocean. Things change when a man leaves col- 
lege," hazarded Morley. 

" You were sick that day," mused Miss Edith. 

" Er — yes," said Morley. 

Silence. Then a shriek of delight from the 
Buffalo Light Blue Infantry, who had discovered 
in the visitors' book the name of a girl she 
knew. The 90th N. G. I. scratched a match. 


The Elder Miss Archlen 

"Do you remember the old South Light?" 
asked Miss Edith. 

" And the periwinkle rocks below it ? " 

" And the grizzled old lightkeeper I used to 

"And the lightkeeper's little daughter?" 

" Yes ; was n't she pretty ? Those roguish 
eyes and the sweetest rosebud mouth!" 

" I never thought so," said Morley. 

" No ? She told me you tried one afternoon." 

"I never did," said he, indignantly, and the 
clump of chairs chuckled. 

More silence, while Morley's indignation 
ebbed, and Miss Edith looked pensive, then — 

"I — do you want to know why I never did 
— Edith?" 

" My name is Archlen." 

" I know ; but I can't call you Archlen. No 
one ever calls a girl by her last name that 

" You know what I meant." 

" Once you let me call you Edith," whispered 


The Elder Miss Archlen 

The reinforcements fixed bayonets, but the 
ranks of the Buffalo Royal Volunteers, beyond a 
slight disorder, held fast, and no command was 

" That was five years ago," said Miss Edith 

'^ What difference does that make ? " 

" Five years.*' 

" And you don't want me to now ? " 

"I hardly think it best. What difference 
does it make to you ? None, and you know it. 
I have grown older, Mr. Morley, and I know 
more than I once did." 

" And you think I don't care, O * sage ' ? " 

With Morley, sarcasm was danger. We tight- 
ened our cartridge-belts. 

" I know you don't." 

" You know it," echoed the enemy, scornfully. 
" How full of wisdom you have become ! You 
hnow it I When I — ever since I heard you 
were coming — have been plotting, planning, and 
scheming to see something of you. Why, if I 
don't care, should I have twelve dances with 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

you at the Senior ? Why should I trouble my- 
self to take you to the Concert? Why did I 
beg for your company on the boat ride, and 
why have I made numberless minor engage 
ments with you ? " Morley's Own were charg- 
ing, and I held my breath for the destruction 
that was sure to follow. 

There was a deathly stillness, then Miss 
Edith Archlen said, "What do you mean? I 
have not a single dance on my card with you. 
I am going to the Concert with the man that 
asked me here. I am going to the boat ride 
with him. On Wednesday evening, I am 
going to the Masque with him. He has made 
no engagements for me with you, because — 
humiliating as it is, sir — you have not asked 
for them." 

"Wha-at? You are joking," said Morley. 
" Oh, you are, you know ! But I did, I tell you. 
Has that Kid — ? Come here. Freshman 1 " 

The Buffalo Royal Volunteers looked on in 
wide amazement, and the 94th N. G. I. Reserve 
wheeled and clattered to the front with muskets 

The Elder Miss Archlen 

at the charge. The 90th N. G. I. and the Light 
Blue retired from the field to the piazza. 

" I am afraid the end is near," said I, solemnly, 
for we had decided it best to tell Miss Archlen 
all about our plots. 

" And I shall be despised," said she. 

" Hush ! " I replied, " you probably have saved 
the happiness of two people's lives." 

''But I don't like to be despised by Mr. 
Morley," she observed. 

" You won't be," said I, and then, while the 
recording angel scratched his chin in perplexity, 
I whispered in her ear that Morley had wished 
to me last night that he had all those dances 
and other engagements with her instead of with 
her sister. 

It was a bold stroke, but it told, and it was 
pretty to see her blush as I hurried her out of 
earshot, to save my lie. 

The Freshman told me afterwards that he 
actually felt sorry for Morley when he dis- 
covered his suicide. Of course the Freshman 

The Elder Miss ArcUen 

was sorry for his mistake, and thought when 
Morley said Miss Archlen that he meant Miss 
Archlen. If he had known, of course — and so 
forth ; but that only made Morley all the more 
angry. He insisted that he had been cheated. 
He ranted around and tore his hair, and wanted 
things all changed. This the Freshman regretted 
exceedingly could not be done. He pointed out 
that it would mix things all up. If he had only 
known before, it might have been arranged, but 
— . When Morley asked for a dance, and found 
Blake had just taken the only one remaining jou 
the card, when he asked if he might not go 
walking with her the next morning, and remem- 
bered that at that time he had promised to go 
walking with her sister, when he suggested a 
sail on the following afternoon, and was re- 
minded of his engagement to inspect the second 
gorge, and when, finally, in desperation he had 
attacked every flank and tried every loop-hole 
to no avail, he fell back upon the window-seat 
and ignominiously surrendered. Then he rose, 
swore at the Kid, begged Miss Edith's pardon, 

The Elder Miss ArcUen 

said he 'd been a fool, shook hands with then) 
both, and excused himself. 

Then the Freshman told the now thoroughly 
disorganized Buffalo Royal Volunteers all about 
it. He told her his fears, his hopes, and other 
things he felt ; and when the elder Miss Archlen 
and I returned, the strangest thing in the his- 
tory of any war had happened, for the Buffalo 
Royal Volunteers had surrendered to her own 

That night after the ball, Morley poked his 
head into my room. 

" Billy," said he, " you 're a beast." 

"Yes?" said I. 

" And I 'm a fool," said he. 

"Yes," said I. 

"Go to blazes," he remarked sweetly, and 
withdrew grinning. 

" Freshman," said I, to the sweetly dreaming 
boy in bed, "it's dollars to doughnuts that 
Kingsland N. Morley is married first," and he 
was — to the elder Miss Archlen. 


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